Name changed for this as really outting!
We’ve had a terrible few years- business went under during Covid, DH attempted suicide, I had a mental breakdown, surrounded by very toxic addicts who weren’t friendly or supportive. Got reported by said addicts to social services due to local gossip that wasn’t true (not in England) resulted in a tonne of contact with socials that wasn’t needed and made my anxiety much worse. Lived in an awful expensive house that was falling apart and had no central heating. All culminated in a big falling out and I basically didn’t leave my house for a year apart from school runs. Then MIL got very ill.
Anyway, last September we’d had enough and we moved back to England. I got a job, I’ve been accepted on to a PHD, my DH is looking for work but we are finally financially comfortable and he’s enjoying supporting his DM and spending time with our children. I’m doing a job I absolutely love and my children are finally settled in schools and enjoying life. We found a lovely little house in a large village and my anxiety and depression has gone. I was prescribed copious amounts of diazepam at the start of this year and the withdrawal was awful but I did it! If you told me last Christmas this would happen I wouldn’t have seen how. I’m just so grateful for a second chance and I’m so proud of my whole family for making it happen. So am I being unreasonable to feel great satisfaction that my life has actually turned out ok, and to tell people that if life is really shit, it can always spiral upwards?!