Hi this is my first time posting or really reaching out at all. Sorry
it’s really long. Just a little background, I’m Lily, I’m 23, and in
2018 I moved from England to Australia to marry my husband. It was an
extremely hard decision and I’m still inc...
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Hi this is my first time posting or really reaching out at all. Sorry
it’s really long. Just a little background, I’m Lily, I’m 23, and in
2018 I moved from England to Australia to marry my husband. It was an
extremely hard decision and I’m still incredibly homesick over my family
and friends back in England, but it’s been worth it as my marriage is
amazing and my husband is truly my best friend. As a wedding gift he
built a house for us to live in. In December 2019 I discovered I was
pregnant again after a previous miscarriage earlier that year. Things
were looking up. We were dealing with the fires but only to a minor
degree, even the RFS said our house was safe and well defended.
Unfortunately huge winds picked up in January whilst we were at home, we
ran and hid in a neighbouring house’s bathroom with wet towels around us
whilst our house burnt to the ground, terrified we’d be the next to
burn. I was truly convinced we were going to die, flames were literally
licking the windows. We ended up shaken, but alive, and fortunately
found somewhere new to live quickly and were helped out a great deal.
And then I had a miscarriage three weeks later. It was the most brutal
and agonising thing I have ever endured and I was completely neglected
by the medical staff who accused me of being a hypochondriac until I
passed out from the pain & complications in the waiting room. As it
turns out my chances of having children in the future are extremely
slim. I haven’t even begun to wrap my head around that yet. I’ve really
kept this all fairly secret and miscarriage feels like such an awkward
taboo topic. I previously suffered from PTSD due to being raped at a
party when I was 14. I’ve been doing really well with this until now,
but after all of the above, and losing my job, and being so far from
parents and best friends, it’s really all flared up again. I’m not
suicidal because despite everything I still really love life, but am
just struggling to function and do normal things again like job hunting.
I’m very good at pretending I’m fine so people see no issue in bringing
up stressful topics like my unemployment and immigration status
(currently working on my visa) because they don’t realise I’m not coping
and don’t understand why I’m being “lazy”. I don’t really know what I
want from posting this, I think I just needed to get it all off my
chest.