I am so miserable and I feel so guilty for it because I am also very grateful for the things that I have, and especially for my children. Yet, the minute they're around me I get snappy and annoyed. It's like I have no zone in between feeling ok and feeling insane. I hate that I'm wasting the precious time I have with them and being a grumpy old bitch but I can't seem to pull myself out of it. Then, when they're not here, I'm consumed with anxiety about something happening to them. And almost like that will be my punishment for being such a cow.
I struggle a lot with intrusive thoughts about harm coming to them and I often spend life waiting for something awful to happen and unable to enjoy anything for the fear that it will be taken away from me or go wrong. I've been on ADs before and perhaps I should have stayed on them but I'm not convinced they really helped. I started HRT two years ago but the weepiness and short temperedness is still there (though it's helped dial back some of the really heightened anxiety.)
Given that I've tried the ADs and I'm trying the HRT I feel like I have no excuse for feeling like this. What's triggered this post is that I had a very bad migraine a few days ago and have felt horribly depressed ever since.
Hoping somebody will have a) a magic cure b) tell me I'm not a bitch. I'm worried that I actually am just a lazy, intolerant, selfish person. I'm not who I was 10 years ago. Life just seems hard, even the good bits seem hard and I hate that I feel like that.
Thanks to anybody who responds to my pitying post