I'm unsure on how to actually write this as I've never written anything like it before. I think I may be depressed or something else entirely. I have no effort to do anything, no drive  intimate or otherwise. I hate my reflection, I have no confidence or self esteem. The slightest thing upsets me or makes me want to argue with my other half, When I had my daughter my father passed away not so long before, I've never fully recovered from that. I have days where I'm happy but it doesn't last until the pit in my stomach returns