I used to have a life and friends. I had my first child and was a single parent for years and still had a life and friends.
Then I met DP (who is lovely, this isn't his fault) and had my second child (who is now nearly 4 so not a baby) and... my world shrank. DC2 is hard work, I am exhausted, my nerves are frayed. I became fearful, anxious. I feel like I've been stretched too thin, all the fucking time. I hardly have friends anymore because I stopped having anything much to do with anyone because I felt like I never had anything to say to anyone.
Tonight I am in bed. We were invited out for a friend's birthday and was looking forward to it but as the date got closer I started to feel more and more anxious about going and today I cried off. DP has gone without me, he is starting to lose patience now with my tears and swithering every time I might have to go anywhere or do anything other than my part time job or the school run.
The other week I didn't go to my oldest and very best friend's hen weekend (again, something I had originally looked forward to) because I, well, I dunno. Just couldn't face it. Felt I'd have nothing to say to anyone. Felt boring. Stayed at home. Self fulfilled prophecy. Its her wedding next week and I am starting to have anxiety about going to that now. I promised her I'd go. And now I worry that I won't be able to force myself out the door for it.
So now I rarely get asked anywhere, because I never went. So I get invited less and less, so I have less friends and less places to go. And I'm in bed crying because I hate it so much inside my head.