After having to fight to get into the doc I was diagnosed with herpes. I have herpes. It was the straw that broke this camel's back. I've been fighting through devastating life events since 2015 (miscarriages, family death, poverty) and now this. I seriously considered suicide multiple times since this discovery. I'm so very, very tired of fighting and being strong. I won't do it because I have a beautiful son. I'm scared to touch him, hug him, even prepare him food. My faithful husband and I have been together for 11 years. The doctor said that one of us probably touched something contaminated and that's how it was contracted. We've had a wonderful sex life and now it's come full stop until we heal. Y'all, I am drowning. I can barely keep it together anymore. The hubs is a great support, but he has compartmentalized, accepted it, and moved on. I can't figure out this injustice. I feel that God is punishing me for something and I don't know what. Please, any encouraging words and kindness is so desperately needed.