Moving Back Home | Accepting When You Need Help

So at the end of November I woke up early, I mean like half 4 in the morning early, as a noise woke me and my son up from the flat next door. This morning made me realise how sad and lonely I felt in a flat on my own all the time. With visits from my parents and my brother becoming less frequent and my ex completely out of the picture, the place lacked that home-y feeling.

I ran a bath and watched my son play with his bath toys on the floor while I had a meaningful soak. I admitted to myself I wasn't happy and never would be. Despite being a solitary teen with little social connection out of choice I craved social stability. I was working part time still but with excess annual leave from my maternity leave meant I was hardly in. Of course Louie was a social aspect of my life but bless him he can't talk yet.

I decided to text my mum at about half 5 pleading to move back home.

She said yes, and came to get me and Louie within the hour.

My mood has increased greatly since moving back home with my family and Louie loves having everybody around him.

The moral of this post is that everything happens for a reason, and if something isn't working out it is best to speak up before you sink into a deeper depth that you can't physically or emotionally rise back up from. It's not quitting to admit you need help, it's a lot braver than persevering alone. The fact that you know when you need help shows a great strength that you should be proud of, not ashamed of.