Pretty much everyone knows something different. My partner, my friends, my work, my GP all know a different version of what's been going on/how I've been feeling...and now shit is (internally/mentally/emotionally) hitting the fan, I have no one I can turn to because it requires me to admit the story I've been telling people/playing up to is a lie.
I'm not looking for sympathy, at all. I've brought this on myself. I just don't know what to do about the fact I'm not coping anymore.
Partner thinks I'm coping and happy. Friends/work/GP all know I've not been coping but for different reasons (health/relationship/work stress).
The truth is that my health is up and down, unpredictable and volatile. My relationship is making me miserable and my attitude towards it switches from one day to the next depending on the general atmosphere. Work is stressing me out, and I'm not coping with being a parent anymore because of the stress it brings on top of everything else.
No one knows the full, true story, each with a particular reason behind why it's not been appropriate to be honest. I've fucked it, haven't I?