It has got to the point where the pain is virtually unbearable. My eyes water and my ears are filled with an anguish that is impossible to accurately describe.
It has been going on for weeks now and no one can help me. I feel so alone but yet I know I am not the only one enduring this relentless agony. I see other parents at the school gate and they way they rub their temples reassures me that I am not alone.
Today, today I thought I was safe, I thought the stabbing in my head was at rest. Then as I collected the children from the school gate it hit me, literally like a tonne of bricks, I clasped my hands around my head and staggered into the house in the hope I could find a dark room to lie down in.
When you have three children, dark rooms are in short supply.
I can’t go on like this much longer. I cannot take it anymore.
I want to cry in frustration, bellow in anger, I want to sob at the sheer horror of it all.
I just want to grab those bloody recorders and snap them in two.
That will stop the pain.
Recorders for twins: excruciating.