Hi,
I have struggled with my mental health forever. Since puberty kicked in I guess and I am now 35.
Secondary school was hell for me, even though before then I was a happy, reasonably confident, popular girl, with lots of friends and a loving and stable home life.
One day everything changed and everything felt hard. The simplest things, like talking to people made me sick with anxiety. Long story short, I stopped going to school and missed out on so much. Not just the qualifications, but the expreriences. That really was a long story, but trying to condence this where I can.
I have a 13 year old who is talented in so many ways, but struggles a lot in others. Mainly socially, but she honestly drains me. Her attitude, her borderline compulsive lies.I worry so much about her future that it makes me sick. I wasn't good enough. I didn't do enough with her and I genuinely believe a lot of her issues are because of me.
I don't work and haven't since before DD was born and the work I did before was mindless admin- the only work I could get with my only NVQ college qualifications I managed to scrape together after forcing myself into college at 16 after leaving school with nothing. That job ended with me having a breakdown. I was being bullied by two women and sexually harrassed by several men.
I am in a very stable and loving, same sex relationship now and have been for 7 years, but I worry so much about our safety and acceptance. We have been attacked in the past and it's stuck. This actually takes up a lot of my mental energy. More than it did when we first got together.
We're currently looking for a new area to live and we want the village life, but I am terrified we won't be accepted and will just end up feeling isolated again.
I can't tell you how jealous I am of other families. My Dsis being one. I want to be able to hold my DPs hand and not worry about reactions. I don't want to feel nervous every time someone asks what my husband does for a living and I have to correct them. Of course not everyone is homophobic and reacts badly, but it's that constant awkwardness.
I have just got back from my families for Christmas and it's highlighted all of the above.
I'm sick of struggling. Sick of not being happy. I have moments of happiness, but never significant periods of time.
I am lucky to have DD, I know. I am lucky that I have a roof over my head and a very successful and supportive DP. I get all that, I do, but I'm so sick of feeling anxious and scared all the time.
Last night I completely broke down. I was an absolute mess. It feels like everything is broken and I don't know what to do.
There's so much more to say, but I'll stop for now.
I don't know why I'm posting, but thanks for reading.