I didn't really want this in AIBU but I couldn't seem to select a different topic.
So here goes.
I'm tired all the time. I mean, I get a decent amount of sleep but I'm just so exhausted. I have no motivation to do anything. No get up and go. Everything seems like such effort. I spend hours talking myself into doing the simplest of tasks like emptying the dishwasher or putting a load of washing on.
I don't look after myself. I bath every day but outside of this I don't do anything else. I don't brush my hair or look after my teeth. I eat too much and it's always junk, binge, type stuff.
People think I'm lazy. I guess I could be. But I'm always so desperate to change. I want to look after myself and I want to have motivation, I want to keep my house clean, to socialise, to make friends, to enjoy playing with my baby. (Just to say, I was like this before I was even pregnant, none of this is a new thing since DS came along). But I just can't. I can't do any of it.
I'm awkward in social situations and almost always say the wrong things. I overshare. People think I'm really funny. I don't actually mean to be. My palms always sweat and I'm so conscious of myself. I replay every encounter. People are always saying how strange I am.
I constantly worry about DS getting hurt or dying. I worry I'll wake up in the morning to my DH telling me that DS won't wake up. I go to work two days a week and drop DS at Nursery and I worry that the nursery will call me and say DS has fallen and hurt his head badly. I worry as DS crawls around the living room whilst I'm watching him. Worried he'll hurt himself. I miss him desperately when he goes to bed or to Nursery but I also don't really enjoy spending time with him. It's difficult to explain. He's such a good and easy baby and yet I find him exhausting after five minutes.
I felt guilty for feeling that way about spending time with DS. Guilty that I don't enjoy it. I worry that I'm not doing enough. I feed him, change him, hug him (if he'll let me!) But what if he's not getting enough stimulation, what if I'm not playing with him enough, what if I've been too short with him, what if, what if.
I just desperately more than anything want to enjoy spending time with him.
I can become very obsessive over things very quickly but also I'm not interested in anything either.
I'm easily irritated. I get frustrated very quickly.
Sometimes I feel utterly miserable. Hopeless, almost. Then suddenly, I'm on top of the world, I've got a bit of fight back, a small burst of motivation, I feel happy and carefree and then just like that, it's gone again.