I’ll try and keep this as brief as possible. I’m 39, cycle still regular, one DD age 5. I don’t think I’m peri, but I know I could be.
Over the last couple of months I’ve started to feel like I might be going slightly mad. I feel angry SO much of the time. or sometimes really claustrophobic - like I just need to mentally catch a breath, but can’t.
My life is, objectively, very nice. I get on well with my husband, our daughter is lovely (although high energy and has some hearing issues that mean you have to say everything multiple times to confirm whether she has heard you, or is just being a typical ignoring five year old!). My husband brings in a good income that means that we’re comfortable (not rolling in it, but we live nicely).
I don’t work, due to chronic illness that causes, among other things, fatigue. I really wish I could, and have tried many things, but all result in me becoming sicker and having health crashes. In the past couple of years I’ve had a fairly dramatic family estrangement, a life threatening acute illness that almost finished me off and needed time in hospital and an ADHD diagnosis. I also had postpartum depression, for which I went on SSRIs.
I mention those things so as not to drip feed, but I don’t feel like they’re the cause. I don’t dwell on them at all. I get embarrassed if anyone refers to them as trauma, because that feels like a very dramatic word. I’m here, I’m ok, I’m very lucky and have a nice life.
So why am I so fucking angry and unhappy?! I feel like I’m stuck in waiting mode, watching everyone else around me crack on with their lives while I’m the support act. It’s like the logical part of my brain knows how relatively good I have it, while the other part goes “nah, fuck it, it really is the end of the world if the house is a bit messy and it’s totally cool if you shout at everyone about it”…
Has anyone experienced this?! Can anyone shed some light or suggest a magic cure that makes me less of a dick?