Long term MN user; changed my name. Feeling very fragile, so please be gentle. Deliberately not posting in AIBU for that reason. And this is long!
Feeling the most terrible angst/ crippling anxiety at bringing DC into the world. They are not toddlers; they are young adults in uni.
Background: I am a first generation immigrant from a country where women are not treated well. My mum never had any opportunities or much money. I had a bit more of both; worked hard to get an education and to move up the ladder.
Had DC with a lot of careful thinking only when I was ready and financially secure. Was overjoyed to have a DD thinking I could give her the best education and make her financially independent unlike so many women in my community. Had a DS 4 years later.
Fast forward 22 years later and all my optimism is gone. DD developed severe MH problems in the pandemic and had to take time off. Now back at uni but has lost much of her enthusiasm and drive. Part of it is that both she and DS don't see much hope in the world: the UK in recession, AI making so many jobs obsolete, climate change, Cost of Living...
Nearly all DD's friends are doing poorly paid gig jobs and still living with parents, or living off them. Not for lack of effort; some have applied to every job going. My sister's DD, very bright and hardworking, has been laid off twice in the last 6 months because of company restructuring and the relentless drive to make profits. My extended family back in my home country are suffering from climate change already. It all seems so bleak.
I think this generation has had so much to cope with in the last few years: pandemic, climate change, AI.. the list is endless. And yes, I know future generations had wars and stuff to cope with too. But somehow I feel exhausted with the responsibility of helping my DC do well. ( I know it's up to them but immigrant Type A personality definitely comes into play).
I am 52, and part of this may be peri-menopause. I went to the GP who has put me on HRT. Been on it a month and no change. Still lie awake at night wishing I had started a business that would employ my children. DH also worries exactly the same, so we are no good with each other.
I am fit, slim ( ish), exercise daily, eat healthy, do not drink. Tried counselling but did not work, so I began HRT instead.
I just feel so guilty all the time.