Acutely aware that’s not an actual diagnosis but it’s what keeps going round in my head. I keep bursting into tears for no reason. Everything feels like it’s too much to deal with. My brain is skittering and skipping and if I focus on anything for too long I panic. I have a heavy feeling in my chest and just want to hide. I went out for a run today and had to call DH to come and pick me up after a mile and a half as I kept crying and couldn’t face walking all the way home in tears. I’m just about holding it together for/ in front of the DC but when they get too loud and demanding I want to run away. There is nothing actually wrong though. Just a lot of different things going on and it all feels like it’s insurmountable. I had PND (/ possibly just preexisting long-term depression exacerbated by lack of sleep) after having DS1 but finally came off my very low dose of citalopram about three months ago after three years as I finally felt ok. But I’m now not. This has been going on for the last week or two and getting worse and worse culminating in the last two days of crying all the time.
I know I need to go back to the gp and ask to be put back on something but I feel like such a failure. And in all honesty since coming off the meds I’ve felt loads better on some ways. I feel like I’ve had ‘real’ sleep for the first time in years, I actually have a bit of a sex drive again... so I’m sad to be losing all that. And I wonder how much is just circumstantial and I’m just weak and can’t xope with normal life. I’m in my final year of a relatively difficult degree, DS1 started reception last week and is being assessed for ASD, DS2 is 1 and hell-bent on killing himself by jumping off things. Also going through a phase of hating being left with anyone which means dropping him off at childminders is torture for all involved - I’ve been in tears twice today thinking about doing it tomorrow morning - and when we’re at home he is on me like a limpet. DH does a stressful shift work job so a lot of time at home I’m on my own with them. We don’t really get any time together and when we do we bicker. He’s just started taking medication for anxiety (which has taken me years to get him to do) and I really wanted to support him and instead I seem to have collapsed. Our finances are a mess due to childcare costs - we’ve just had to borrow more on our mortgage to pay off some smallish debts. And DH has temporarily been doing a better paid job but has been told that’s finishing next month and he’s going back to his old role, so am panicking about that. We desperately need to move for more space as we’re in a tiny tiny flat but can’t until I graduate and start work. I have a very difficult relationship with both my parents and a lot of stuff about that is going round and round in my head at the moment. But all that said there is nothing actually wrong. We’re all together, and healthy, money worries are temporary-ish and only money anyway. This is just normal life, I think. So why the duck can’t I cope and why am I so shit?! I’m secretly worried that it’s because DH has started meds and needs support that some horrible dark bit of my psyche doesn’t like it and is trying to
Get the attention back on me. The flat is a tip constantly beCuse even when I get time to tidy the kids trash it in minutes. I cannot be arsed to cook or do other things I used to enjoy. Not even excited about Christmas. DH is probably working anyway so it all feels pointless.
And now having typed this out I’m sitting on the sofa crying again wondering why the hell
I’m writing shit on mumsnet instead of putting on a load of washing so I actually have clean pants for tomorrow. Ffs.