I'm looking for some advice and perhaps a very gentle kick up the bum, should the good people of MN decide it's required (a gentle one though please; this isn't AIBU!).
I feel really crap at the moment and I don't know whether I am depressed or just need to pull my head out of my arse and get on with it. I genuinely can't tell.
I have a wonderful toddler, a very good job with a salary which allows me to live very comfortably, and a beautiful home- although I don't own it. I'm in good physical health (I think), in reasonable shape, and live I am interesting and vibrant city. I'm lucky and I know it.
I am a single parent, divorced twice by the age of 33. I was single by the time my dc was born, though I'm not a lone parent, as dc's father is involved. My dc is at a very challenging age and it's really getting me down, then I feel horribly guilty, and terrified of anything happening to them. I crave space and alone time but as soon as I'm apart from my dc i feel anxious and sad.
My dc's father hurt me really, really badly a few years back and I haven't ever really dealt with it, I don't think. He now has a new partner, I haven't met her and I know nothing about her- he's been with her a year but it still really hurts. I'm trapped in this "interesting and vibrant" city, far away from friends and family because I'm not allowed to move. I work remotely so I don't meet anyone at work really, and dc's father only has him 1 evening per week and one day at the weekend so I struggle to find the time to meet anyone outside work once i account for time to spend with my child, clean, do the laundry, go to the gym, and all the other stuff people need to do. I'm desperately lonely. I'm letting my work slip because I have no motivation. I spend way too much time in the evenings just watching mindless tv or looking at meaningless shit on my phone. I'm exhausted all the time and sleeping very badly. I'm on the verge of tears ALL the time. I'm at a stage in life where people close to me- friends and family- are starting to have their second babies and I'm devastated to think that will never happen for me, so I'm cutting myself off from them because I can't deal with it. I feel pathetic, selfish and ungrateful but I can't seem to snap out of it.
So. Depressed, or head in arse?