The last 5 years have been so hard, and the last two have been more about rebuilding life for my DC's after an awful separation from their Dad.
We have come so far. They are both much better, although have issues that we are still dealing with.
I myself have also had counselling and still have some sessions, have been on and am now on a low dose of AD's. I am pro active about being positive, I paint, exercise, see friends, have a balance of time for the DC's and for myself so everything should be at the least ticking along, 'comfortable'.
But there is just this hollowness inside and get I get overwhelmed with thinking about just closing the door quietly and walking away, forever.
My counsellor knows and has offered more sessions, but this is crap.
It is worse than the depression, and worse than when I had what was to all intents and purposes, a breakdown 2/3 years ago.
This is nothingness. Numb, I go through the motions because I have worked hard to create the life that children now have, even though there is room for improvement.
If this was a story, I would write myself out so that no one remembered me or was hurt by my not being in it any more.
I could not hurt my children, and have no plans to take action, but I am so very tired and don't know how to move to a different place. I am fed up of fixing things and people and me when I am just broke.