Name-changed. Just getting it off my chest.
Where do I start?
I have had some level of depression since I was a teenager, I think. Never suicidal, never cutting muself, just anxiety. I have just coped and adapted and managed. I have behaved oddly and made poor decisions, it was just my way of coping. I didn't want anyone to get close in case they saw the real me and rejected me. Relationship failures. I've attracted and tolerated abusers. Career failures....
I ended up a single mother. Then I suffered family bereavements. Ended up in a place where I knew hardly anyone, no support. The rest of my family were abroad and putting pressure on me from afar to pull myself together for my dd's sake.
I struggled on. I could only cope with the bare necessities of looking after my dd. She was even in nursery part-time so I should have been able to cope. I intended to get a job but things got worse. I wanted to improve myself first but there has been no progress to date.
I'm not sure I have ever had panic attacks, just claustrophobia in a supermarket queue sometimes, but the self-consciousness I had always felt developed into a social phobia. I felt like I was hollow and exposed and if anyone looked at me they would see the holes in me. I didn't want to be seen, self-loathing. I was lucky in that I had money and a place to live but I have just spent this capital with no income coming in. Capital that should have been saved for dd and my future.
I had a few meetings with a health visitor who was happy that dd was ok but concerned about me. I went to the doctor and, eventually, a year later, was prescribed Citalopram. I have been taking this for about 5 months. I have had physical illness that has laid me low, and I have gained a lot of weight in the last few years which makes me feel hideous, but I have felt that mentally a few things were getting a bit better. I was doing more and being more social.
But my house still looks like a bomb's hit it, like I am a bag lady, unironed clothes, papers and rubbish everywhere. I can never manage to keep on top of housework. I am very slow. My bones and muscles ache all the time and I'm lazy. I have no energy. I can't get going. I don't seem to be able to cope with any stress at all. I can't multi-task. I get confused as soon as I have more than one thing to do. I waste huge amounts of time procrastinating. I manage with dd but I am concerned for the future when she will want to bring friends home. I will be such a liability to her. I already am.
As I had been feeling a bit better on the ads, I decided I must look for at least a part-time job, to stop wasting the remainder of the money I have left. I have tried to be positive and optimistic about it. I would, actually like to work. It might drag me out of the general malaise. But, already it is causing me huge anxiety. The childcare is a worry. There are very few jobs available in the rural area where I live that I can do in terms of the hours and my qualifications. I have applied for quite a few and have not heard anything back from most of them. Agencies that sound all eager until they get your cv and then are not interested. Long and tedious application forms I have filled in that come to nothing, probably because they have an internal applicant in mind.
I am feeling really disheartened and disconnected. I feel that the 3.5 years I have not worked are counting against me, along with being a mum and a single mum. My cv is probably all wrong. I'm presenting myself in the wrong way. I'm fat and ugly and old and no-one will give me a chance. I know this is not completely realistic but I've got no confidence. I'm making the wrong impression. I've always been a bit weird and eccentric. I'm blunt and long-winded at the same time. Have I got some kind of mild autism? I keep getting rejected. Every nuance of people's reaction to me is absorbed into my aching chest. Too much input, too stressful. I'm hypervigilant. I am an introvert and just want to stay at home on my own and read books. I don't want to deal with the politics of everyday life. I suppose most people don't. Tough.
I just feel like I am that bloke pushing the stone up the hill in Greek or Roman hell. No matter how much I try to rally myself, I always seem to end up back at square zero. I'm anxious and distracted and confused all the time. I keep having minor car accidents and I got another speeding ticket today. That's six points now. I wasn't speeding-speeding, I day-dreamed through a 30-mph village and only realised I was doing 35mph when I noticed the police car behind me. Unlucky.
Enough of the self-pity. I just want a little job with little stress where I can be anonymous and be left alone. It will be good for me to be more busy. Just want to be an adequate mother to dd and to maintain the household. Something will turn up eventually. It just all feels too much. Overwhelmed by stuff that other people manage easily. I am fed up of picking myself up and trying again but getting nowhere. dd is my inspiration but I feel hopeless, without hope.
I don't really want advice, just sympathy or empathy I suppose. (Anyone else out there like this?) I don't think I deserve it, mind you. I don't believe there is anything that will help much. This is just my lot in life, to be managed. Just decided to write it down because I want it out of me.
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struggleon · 14/08/2008 12:26
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