I’ll start by saying I’m self aware . I know full well my life is fucking epically fantastic compared to other peoples struggles and I’m a self absorbed lazy cunt but I just feel so empty.
i literally cannot be arsed with anything anymore, I have a half renovated home I fought tooth and nail for and it’s really lovely and has huge potential, I was making excellent progress doing it up and now I’ve abandoned it all , bare floorboards and half tiled walls… I just haven’t touched it in months. Given up completely on relationship with DP, we rarely speak and it’s all just polite , meaningless small talk once a day then he goes to his room I go to mine. DS - at childminders from 8-6 all week either side of school even though I’m at home- it’s just she enjoys him and he has his friend there whereas his mess and chatter just drains me.
can afford hairdressers , new clothes, beauty treatments etc etc haven’t even been to hairdressers for over 3 years. Haven’t been for a night out since DS was born - don’t see the point. I never had any meaningful friendships , I just had people that were fun to party with , obviously I ghosted them all when I got pregnant. I’ve no idea how to be friends with proper grownups .
have what’s considered by many as an exciting and interesting career- busted my arse to get there … can’t be arsed to work most of the time , don’t even respond to emails often.
get the odd invite to go and see relatives for special occasions , never ever go.
in fact 9/10 days I don’t leave the house or do anything at all.
I’ve just felt like since having DS that my life is pointless , I feel like I thrived on adventure , moving around , travel , risk etc and I’m like a little fat hamster sat in a cage now. I’m late thirties and bored and ready to die of loneliness now. Already take antidepressants and sleep tablets, tried about 8 kinds. No effect whatsoever. All I dream about is getting away.
summers better because I’m obsessed with my garden but right now I just sit and stare at the wall in sadness.