Warning: long winded pity party ahead.
Every year since 2015/16 I've tried to be positive and think 'this is the year things will go right/get better'. I've tried so, so hard to help myself and change what needed changing but every time fate has just slapped me down.
Left an abusive marriage. 18 months of acrimonious divorce whilst living in less than ideal circumstances
Finally got my own place and PTSD reared it's ugly head.
On the day I got a letter offering me counselling, my dad had a catastrophic accident which lead to his decline and ultimately death.
He was on end of life care throughout the pandemic and I gave up my work to care for him and support my mum, who agreed to help me out financially for a while. The idea was I would try and build up a small business/do some freelance work.
None of it has worked. Mum is very challenging and our relationship is fraught which takes up so much time, energy and brainspace I've just not managed to engage with anything workwise.
I started job hunting at the beginning of the year...applying for 6-10 jobs a week. Have had some positive interviews and feedback but no one actually wants to hire me.
I have an interview lined up next week for a job I don't really want with a company that has an appalling reputation but financially I'll have no choice but to take it if it's offered. I have to be working in the next six weeks. I keep telling myself it would only be temporary but it's full time so I wouldn't be able to interview for other jobs.
Mum and I are fighting constantly...we just don't get each other at all which is stressful and heartbreaking. I feel like I've lost both parents but still have all the responsibility.
Teenage daughter has been absolutely amazing, we get on really well but I feel like I'm failing her on every level. Who wants a fat, scruffy, depressed, financial liability for a mum?
After the pandemic and her largely losing me to caring commitments I wanted to make this last 18 months before she goes away to uni special but that's impossible
We had a nasty car accident earlier this week...miraculously no real injuries, but very traumatic and car will probably be written off. It's really affecting her mental health and confidence and I'm terrified she's going to end up like me, when she has so much potential.
I don't know how to help her move forward other than offering her lots of love and platitudes. Won't be able to afford to replace her little car (was taking her out for driving practice but the accident was caused by a mechanical issue, absolutely not her fault).
I've barely dated since my marriage broke down. A couple of recent ones I've got on well with the guys concerned but haven't come to anything and I can only assume it's because of my appearance. Tbf dating is really the least of my worries but I think the accident have hammered home the fact that I'm on my own and no-one really cares about me (obviously DD and mum for her own reasons, but no-one 'independent' iykwim).
I've tried to get help for my weight and have HRT treatment pending but everything feels impossible at the moment. It will take months if not years for me to reach a decent weight and then I'll probably still look like shit because of loose skin so there doesn't really seem to be much point trying.
Everything I had planned to look forward to or to help towards developing myself from a career pov has had to be cancelled due to lack of funds/time/poor mental health.
My closest friend who has been my absolute rock for the last couple of years is moving away in a few weeks. Not far but will be flat sharing with a friend with plenty of disposable income and who, like her, doesn't have any commitments, in an area with great opportunities for going out/socialising/hobbies etc, so we'll see less of each other. I have a tiny handful of other friends but only one I could turn to in a crisis and they all have their own partners, kids, friends and jobs which keep them busy.
I'm looking at having to sell my little house to try and make things easier financially (even if I get a job imminently, with playing catch up from time off work, increasingly cost of living and DD going to uni next year it will be a struggle to manage) but can't even get the ball rolling with that as until I'm working I won't be able to sort my mortgage out.
I keep getting thoughts of 'if you just tackle one thing at a time' and 'only you can sort it all out' but it's all interlinked and whatever way I turn it's catch 22. I'm exhausted with trying so hard and nothing every getting better, just worse.
I feel like all I can do is try to accept that going forward I won't have a life, just an existence, which frankly makes me feel suicidal but I could never do that to DD.
I'm already on antidepressants. Contacted the local NHS counselling service last year and they said they didn't feel they could help me and I should look at private therapy...ha, fucking ha!
I know this is just a massive outpouring of self pity...I just needed to get it all off my chest.
And if anyone can suggest a way I can just resign/numb myself to the fact that this is just the way things are for me now, perhaps that will help.