I’ve suffered from depression.
I’m ashamed of my very messy house.
I’m ashamed that I ‘peaked in high school’;
I got great grades and was popular, also did well at Uni but I got pregnant at 22 by an abusive waste of space.
I found the courage to leave him but ended up with someone in a wheelchair who also managed to be serially unfaithful. DS is now 16, I have no career and can’t leave, everyone will think I’m a monster abandoning lovely Bob in his wheelchair.
I’ve been to therapy and I’m on antidepressants.
My issue is that I cut people off. I do volunteering, I meet lovely people who also volunteer. They invite me out for a drink or whatever and I just ignore the message.
Several years ago my cousin invited me to a meal, she cooked something lovely and I just didn’t turn up. She was understandably annoyed and is now NC.
Sometimes I apologise but it always ends up with me in the same rut and people getting fed up. I’ve told some of them I’m depressed but it wears a little thin.
I hate being so lonely and I feel so awful being rude to lovely people and hurting them with my silences.
Has anyone come out of this? Am I destined to be a hermit? DP and I live separate lives mainly. The only people I talk to are mumsnetters really and ds.