I've changed my name because I'm embarrassed. I've been suffering with depression/anxiety/dodgy general health for years, and generally I just cope with it. I manage panic attacks, nightmares, headaches and other depression-related symptoms pretty mechanically these days and don't usually need to ask for help any more. I am a SAHM and have a very close, good relationship with my husband and children
At the moment, though, I am sliding deeper and deeper into black misery and can't seem to control it. My usual strategies are not working. Bad experiences which I thought I was dealing with OK - if not totally "over" them - are coming up and consuming me. I am suffering sleeplessness, waking nightmares, shaking, confusion, terror. I'm sitting at the computer now, dh is at work, one child is having a nap and the other is reading - I have got wave after wave of terror coursing through me, my hands are shaking and I keep crying for no reason.
I have a long-term problem with my very badly depressed and needy mother who is going through an episode of aggressive, accusatory, irrational behaviour. It happens every few years and I always cope really badly - it rakes up bad childhood feelings and I basically live in terror when she is like this. She bombards me with abusive screaming phone calls and emails, sends letters....I won't go into too much detail, but it is pretty miserable, and this time I was already in a bad state when it started.
My son started nursery last week and I am trying so hard to cope with all this and not let anything affect him. I grew up with an unpredictable selfish violent depressive for a mother and don't want the same for my children. I'm not violent or aggressive but I do worry that they will pick up on how miserable I am and it will make them anxious.
I feel pathetic. I am the only person still prepared to deal with my mother, which means not only that I am a despicable weakling but that I have no choice. She will definitely attempt suicide and possibly succeed if I try to distance myself. She did so two years ago (attempted) because I saw my brother for the first time in five years and he didn't want to see her. I can't go on like this and I can't change anything. I feel suicidal, and I hate myself for that too because I adore my dh/children and couldn't bear the thought of hurting them.