Hi everyone,
Sorry if this is the wrong place, I don't know where else to put it.
Can anyone else relate to these feelings I'm having?
I think back to 2016, finishing my master, just married, back from our honeymoon and just SO excited about everything that lay ahead. About life. I've always enjoyed life despite not ideal upbringing (immature mother, absent father, mainly raised by other family members). But I've always had friends, had things to look forward to, first to get into uni in my family etc. I've always just been happy with simple things to look forward to.
2016 was probably the last year I was truly happy. And it kills me to think I've let 8 years go by ... Where did they go? I had happiness in these years of course and I've enjoyed chunks of it but lots of things that happened seem to have killed a lot of my previous optimism and enjoyment of life.
End of 2016, my gran died. Then we had a missed miscarriage soon after. Then we went through 3 years of infertility. Went through ICSI. This was mentally just awful. Finally had our baby... At the start of COVID. No family around, isolated. Colicky baby. Awful start to being parents. I was so focused on getting pregnant, my master went on the back burner and I took a very long break, finished when ds1 was 2 and I was pregnant with DS2, got a bad grade but i passed. But it messed up my career plans (PhD and lecturer).
Now I have my two DC who I love to bits and am so grateful for. DH is my best friend and a great dad, and yet I feel a bit lost with life, like there's nothing to look forward to anymore. I don't know if I'm just drained and exhausted or if it's depression or if I just need to woman up and get on with it. In harder times, I've always managed to pull myself back but this time just feels different.
Can anyone relate? I'm mid 30s if it makes a difference.