At 22 I was working and travelling asia alone, I then went on to get a masters degree from a very prestigious university, being the first person in my extended family to finish university. I got a solid career that I was very good at, I had friends, a social life, hobbies, confidence, I looked after myself. There was no challenge I didnt rise to. I was proud of myself.
Now I am turning 30 next month. I caught a look at myself in the mirror this morning and didnt recognise myself. I have gained 2 dress sizes from having kids and my clothes dont fit. Most days I forget to drink, but I have been trying to diet. My career is dead in a ditch because I can only afford to work part time and I have no family support so I cant even attend a meeting or take on extra stuff to progress because my childcare only goes to 4:30. My family live abroad so I never see them. My DH works in vulnerable peoples homes, so I am so nervous of getting covid and him killing people that I dont go anywhere. I had a panic in co op last week because someone coughed without a mask on. I worried all week about it. I dont see any friends, the only place i go is the playground. I just look after kids . I know its important but I saw the reaction to the governments CV advert. Women were so 'offended' because 'we can do more than just look after kids'. I dont do anything else. I dont achieve anything. I spend my days changing nappies, coping with my DDs tantrums, and counting down til DH is home.
I am a scruffy, nervous, lonely, tired, bored, unambitious, emotional wreck. Most days I cry. 22 year old me would be shocked at what I have become. I have no confidence, no identity other then 'mummy'. Covid has also shattered any optimism I did have. I spend my days surviving.
I dont know what I want from this thread really. Maybe someone to say they feel the same, or they did and it got better, or after 20 years it was worth losing who you are for your kids.