Hi
I don’t know if I’m looking for advice and help or I’m here just to feel like I’m telling someone how I feel. But if I just need to get it out there and this way seemed less shameful.
first of all I don’t want anyone to think I haven’t tried counting my basic blessings. Yes I have a healthy family and a nice home but deep down I have nothing left to hold on to.
I had my first 2 children young and while I missed out on my 20s overall I enjoyed being a mum. I still felt like me. Like I had a personality and life to feel excited about.
I had a third in my thirties and shattered any dream of having ‘my time’ back when my other two were bigger. I had a few covid restrictive months of it where I could do what I wanted at weekend, make plans to take trips away, finally work full time to build a career and get some decent money behind me.
now I feel lost in motherhood and this time feels bleak and empty. Not like before.
i used to love dressing and putting outfits together and now I live in leggings and baggy jumper. I never socialise anymore. My days start at 4-5am and other than go to Tesco I haven’t done anything worth talking about all day. I walk around the front room holding the baby and load and unload the washing machine all day everyday.
I have no plans no life no energy.
my partner is frustrated I don’t want sex anymore. Once the children are all taken care off and I haven’t anything in the house left to do apparently we should then be having sex when we can. I’ve even apologised for it and all I’ve had back is that it’s frustrating for him.
he sounds bad he’s not he’s a nice guy he just doesn’t understand at all. This is his first baby and I think my misery is ruining the experience he was expecting.
I take longer in the shower these days so I can cry in peace. I have to resist the urge to not smack my face against the tiles because I’m so down and hate myself.
I don’t recognise this skin or brain I am in and I feel like a shell.
im beginning to run out of what little I have to hold onto.
again I don’t know what I’m looking for by writing this but maybe if I feel like one person has heard me it might make me feel less invisible.
the fact no one ever reaches out and offers to cook for me, do a school run, let me lay in or bring me a cuppa in bed ever makes me feel that I’m not worth it in the first place.
as I’ve been told I have had kids and this is my life now so I don’t know why I’m not more ok with it.
but I can’t carry on