I don’t think I’ve ever been happy.
There are times I have enjoyed emotions and feelings like love for my children, quietness when out in the country, relaxation when reading a book in the sun but I’ve never felt totally at peace with myself.
I’ve always been overweight and was shamed as a child for it so I know that I will never be loved unconditionally. I have to work hard to earn love from human beings and I’m too tired to try anymore so cats it is! 🤣
I have tried so many times to lose weight - every diet that exists and I go to the gym 3x week and always have. I’m now trying the injections to see if that works but the weight isn’t coming off.
I don’t have anyone to talk to about this. I’ve lost friends in the past and my husband left me because no one really wants to be around someone who isn’t happy in themselves. I don’t dare unload anymore because I need some friends left.
I try so hard to be liked. I’m the first person to help out a friend, helping with kid drop offs, moving furniture, bringing round a meal, tutoring etc. I volunteer in my community. I work full time and am a single parent (time wise, not money wise) to two teenagers, one with lots of disabilities and one with high anxiety. I always chat to the new parents at any one of the numerous clubs my medically complex child goes to. I’m really tired now.
Ive been to the doctor a few times about my mental health but even the professionals have given up on me. I am pushed from pillar to post for months and then suddenly I’m dropped and the provision that they say I need isn’t available.
I can’t give up. My children, especially my son, will always need me, but am I unreasonable to say that happiness isn’t an essential part of life. I’m 50 next year and I don’t even know if I should ever have been here.