I've struggled for years, but every time i've got to the point i've felt like i've needed help, i've always ended up feeling like a fraud, because its not 'that bad' (so i tell myself) because i'm still able to function/live my life.
I excuse away the dread, the gnawing anxiety, the days of just crying because i'm so sad/unhappy/fed up, of feeling like no-one would miss me if i wasn't here, of feeling useless and worthless, the lack of personal hygiene care, because my kids are fed, and loved, and clothed, and nurtured, because my dog is walked, my house is clean.
I don't know how to get my head around the fact i'm NOT ok, because it can't be normal to feel like this all the time surely?
I've always felt the dr's look at me and see someone just a bit upset, and i'm not.. i've felt like this for so long i don't know how to be happy for more than a few hours, (usually when i'm with my friends.. the moment i'm 'alone' at home, my mood bombs again.)