Hello! A bit of background:
I never used to be anxious at all - it developed after work colleagues 9 years ago (who I now see had felt threatened by me) orchestrated a little smear campaign. They've all now left my workplace.
I have been on antidepressants for years and have weaned myself off. I never want to go back on them as a) the accompanying, unexpected weight loss has started to make itself known and b) I like to laugh, and this feeling has come back.
I have had extensive life-saving surgeries that have left me (in the words of my consultant) "cosmetically unacceptable". This was in a referral to yet another plastic surgeon about 5 years ago but it all came to nothing and I have accepted the way I look but I do feel sorry for my DH as when we married and had our DC I was a bit of a babe.
My DH is lovely and we do laugh a lot. We do everything together because we want to. We complement each other - he's the blue-sky thinker, I'm the executive functioner. Oddly, we haven't had sex in about a year. There is no OW.
My family (me, DH, 3 lovely DC) are NC with all wider family on both sides.
We have no savings, no inheritance (that went with the NC) and we can't afford to downsize because we'd still be paying the same as our current mortgage but for a much smaller place. This is true even if we moved to rented. We can afford monthly food shops, but haven't holidayed since 2016 because I can't justify spending that sort of money.
So here is the thing.
I suffer from bouts of despair. They can last from an hour to a couple of days. During these bouts I feel crippling guilt for how I parent, how everything health wise and fitness wise now is downhill (DH and I are 49, youngest DC is only 10), how we have no savings, the pressure I put on my DC to be the best versions of themselves, the worry that I don't put enough pressure on my DC to be the best versions of themselves, the suffocating worry that I've bought lovely DC into a batshit world, the knowledge that had I known what I know now I wouldn't have had DC, the feeling that my family would be happier and financially better off without me (I have life insurance and a company policy that would both pay out irrespective of how I 'went')...
I don't want medicating out of this - the moments of despair are potent but relatively fleeting. I can't afford therapy (I paid £100 ph for 3 sessions to get me through the NCing of my parents - £300 ffs, which could have been 3 good Tesco shops) and I can't function effectively at work (I work FT) on medication.
This is a first-world problem, I know. I am constantly impressed by Mumsnetters' resilience. Can you share your tricks, please? What do you say to yourselves when irrational despair descends?