I am falling apart. Four months ago I was in such a good place. I was recovering well from a hideous breakdown. I actually started laughing and enjoying life. And then I found out I was pregnant with dc3. It was completely unplanned. I didn't know what to do. Half of me wanted to have a termination and make things go back to the way it was. But I couldn't go through with it.
So now I am 10 weeks pregnant. I am exhausted. I am constantly sick. I am a sahm, so I don't have to worry about work but I have let the washing slide, the ironing slide. Dc are being fed pasta pesto every night as its all I can face looking at. Tonight I promised to take dc and two friends to soft play as a treat and I am dreading it.
I feel so alone. I feel like the crappest mother. I don't like myself very much. I am angry that I am in this position (pregnant). Dh didn't really want me to keep the baby because he was worried I would have another breakdown. Well, he's right. And I fought to not terminate this baby. And now I am just heaping pressure onto my family.
My inlaws have said they think I shouldn't be pregnant, and my fil told me 'do you really think this is a good idea?'. His opinion on the subject was never asked. But they have confirmed my suspicions that yes, I am utterly useless.
I just can't cope under the pressure. I feel like I am unravelling again. And I have to plaster a smile onto my face and go and pick up the dc like everything is fine when really I want to curl up into a ball and die.
What is it with mental health? Why does it rob you of yourself? I see a therapist, and a psychiatrist. I take anti-depressants. I just don't know what else to do.
I live in a beautiful victorian house, with a hallway with black and white tiles. Before we moved here, I always wanted to live in a house with tiles like that! But now I hate it. The smell of it makes me sick. It is cold and empty. It is just how I feel.