I’m really not sure if my mental health is nearly pushing me to press the self destruct button, and that lockdown has finally broken me.. or if I genuinely need to press it?
Nice life, financially comfortable, just bought a house, supportive dp, have one lovely dc and was ttc for another until this all hit me.
It started off with just feelings of, is this it? I started thinking about ex’s from my past, what life would of been like if I’d stayed with them, not bailed on them. Ex’s that I hadn’t thought about in years, and was suddenly thinking about and having this sinking feeling in my stomach that I shouldn’t of ended things with them.
Then it became questioning dp. Whether I’ve settled. Whether this is enough. Missing the flirtatiousness with ex’s that dp and me don’t have anymore. We still have a good sex life, just not that flirty early days feeling I think I’m longing for.
Questioning whether I should of had my DC. Led me to stop ttc for our second. I love him but I’m at home with him 5 days a week on my own and I just don’t feel like I’m enjoying it anymore. I just sit on my phone obsessing over these thoughts.
I very nearly called off my engagement and moved back to my parents house. With no job. Would of had to sort out custody. Would of had to pull out on the new house. I opened up to my mum about how I was feeling who told me to seek mental health help and not to make these drastic decisions at this time and that she thought leaving is the last thing I should do.
So I stayed. I went to gp. I’ve been on 10mg citalopram for 4/5 weeks. I’m still constantly obsessing over the past, and the future. Feel detached from my own life. I’m not looking at dp the same way. I’m picking him apart and focusing on any negatives. I’m almost giving myself the ick
I feel detached from my dc. I feel like I want to go back in time to when I was with one of my ex’s where I had no commitments and enjoy it more now that my life is this.. nothingy
I feel totally disconnected from my life. I can’t stop obsessing that this isn’t what I want. I don’t know what I want I just feel like this can’t be it and I must have made a mistake. I’m not sure if it counts as suicidal thoughts as I’m not thinking of acting on it but for the first time in my life I’ve started thinking a lot about suicide and how that’s probably where this will end up if I stay feeling this way for years and don’t just leave
My mum thinks that I’m depressed and using my family as the scapegoat for it all. She thinks if I pack my on paper nice life in and move back into my teenage bedroom with no job and trying to split custody that I’ll feel even worse than I do now
I just can’t turn my brain off. I spend my days online reading threads about relationships and should I leave threads and I mean like all day. Compulsively for hours on end.
I try and tell myself that I’m just sabotaging my life but then this thought pops into my head that actually this is my gut telling me to leave and seek something more
What does it sound like to someone who doesn’t know me or my life. Does it sound like typical clear as day gut telling me that I need to start fresh or does it sound like lockdown has just worn me down to the point where I’ve ended up here
I’m really lost