onestepforwardtwentystepsback ·
26/12/2014 22:11
Long story short: had a late miscarriage nearly a year ago with an unplanned and controversial (but eventually welcomed) pregnancy. Had a bit of a breakdown but got superficially on track, with some pills, the support of my GP and boss, some counselling and time off work. I wasn't really sorted though and decided that getting pregnant again was the only answer to end the depression and feeling that life was pointless if I didn't have another baby. My teenage son is the centre of my world normally but the loss of that baby threw me massively. Got pregnant again in November but had an early miscarriage/ chemical pregnancy.
Since then, I have gone between realising that I have to sort myself out, my precarious relationship out and make a rational decision about where next and just wishing I was dead so that I don't have to keep trying and trying when nothing seems to work on a wider basis that just a moment or a day.
The counselling wasn't massively helpful because I wouldn't talk about the miscarriage and she didn't think it was helpful to force me. So I just whinged about how shit life was each week. I started CBT recently and that sort of helps but I only have 2 sessions left. I have pushed away most of my friends and I find other people and their happiness (and babies/ pregnancies) really hard to cope with.
I do have a couple of great friends left who've refused to be pushed away who I talk to, and my GP has been great, but they just keep telling me it will all improve and I think 'yeah, but it's been nearly a year and I still wish I was dead, so I don't think I can believe you'.
This week, my GP told me she was pregnant and said she'd understand if I wanted to see one of the other GPs. Sounds really stupid but it really upset me because I could tell she'd been dreading telling me as I see her each fortnight and she's been a real support. It made me realise how bad things are that people can see how badly damaged I still am by all this. She must think I'm a bit pathetic, though she doesn't show it. Friends who are pregnant are the same - I've just become this miserable person who's stuck in the past.
How can I believe that life will get better when the evidence suggests otherwise? Can life improve even if I don't have another baby? If I try and get pregnant again, what if I'm still not well and end up depressed and pregnant and can't cope?
It's all such a mess.