I'm concerned that I'm nearing breaking point.
Every morning I have to really force myself out of bed and often leave for work in tears wishing I could feign a physical illness and stay at home (I love my job, so it doesn't make sense). Following this, I can't go more than a couple of hours in the company of anyone other than dc or dh without being completely withdrawn and irritable. Of the social occasions I've managed to attend in recent months, I've left all of them feeling deflated and depressed due to how I behaved. I can barely eat - I'm either fasting or binging all the time. I've lost all organisation that I once had (we are hosting Xmas dinner and am so unprepared). My short term memory is awful ("what would you like to drink dc?" Orange juice.. walks to kitchen "what would like again?"), I can't seem to make my brain function like it normally would and I don't know how much longer I can go on like this. I'm also constantly exhausted, although that's more likely because I'm 10 weeks pregnant.
All the advice I've been getting from friends, family, DH (and even my terrible therapist (seeking a new one but it's more difficult than I thought where we are)) is to "keep going"/"push through it"/"be brave - keep doing what you're doing" and it just feels like an added pressure as if when I fail and can't cope anymore I'll be disappointing them as well.
AIBU to want someone to say that it's okay if I can't cope? To tell me to look after myself and not feel like a failure for something I've been trying so desperately to control for over a decade?
I'd really like to hear how anyone else has pulled themselves through, though, because there is the likelihood that I am BU and just feeling sorry myself and need to get my shit together.