me again with yet another self-pity thread
I am useless at the moment, I am letting dh do school run every day and doing the bare minimum at work and spending every spare minute hunched over the PC reading MN
the house is a shithole - too messy for me to approach - and I am putting on weight because I am miserable, so my clothes are uncomfortable which makes work and housework even more difficult
I am on the highest doses my GP is prepared to prescribe of amytripyline and citalopram, but am STILL depressed and anxious - have been broadly OK for a while, but my stepfather died last week (estranged, complicated) and it seems to have triggered a downturn for me
I can't sleep properly, can't settle my mind to anything, don't even want to play my guitar or listen to music or read or work on the book I am making for the DC, everything is dull and shitty
I won't go in my garden because it has been "let go" and is a jungle, messy, weedy, bald patches everywhere
life is just a cycle of shit days eliding into shit evenings, I am letting the kids down, and I can't sleep because I don't want the next day to come
the only thing I can cope with doing is MNing because I am a social cripple at the best of times, and these ain't the best of times
haven't felt this shit for ages