Bit of a ramble post...
I've posted last month on MN as feeling at wits end about family life. Today, I feel like a zombie, sad yet detached from reality and thought I'd post on here to see if anyone can help. Doubtful as what I'm about to write is a real mixed bag of emotions....
I can go into work with the 'happy' mask, none of my work colleagues know the real dark side of me, I'm just someone who listens to their problems and is taken advantage of because I'm so nice and a good friend. The thing is I'm not, I'm unhappy and no one at work can see it and I'm starting to feel like I'm starting to crack up....
Homelife is a complete contrast. Two children I adore but who cause me stress and frutsration - not listening, bad sleep time routines, tantrums, the lot. Today the youngest who is 2.6, has discovered they can climb out of the car seat. Every car that went past whilst we were stuck in heavy traffic, seemed to have someone giving me a disapproving look, that how could I jeopardise lo's life by letting them clamber all over in the car, it was hell: I shouted and pleaded with him to get back in the car seat to no avail. When I eventually got out of the jam, I'm ashamed to say I smacked lo on the hand, never done that before and lo's distress has made me feel like, yet again, a shit mum. I haven't been able to speak properly tonight to DH or DGp. I'm irritable, robotic, sad (but yet no tears) and feeling like these last few months/years I have been given a shit deal.
It feels like I am a coin, some people see the funny/carefree/chatty me, some people see the morose/moody/nasty me. I panic that I am seriously affecting my kids. I'm convinced they will be delinquents as they must pick up on my moods and they seem to deliberately act up.
The final thing i will add is that this weird/black black mood, I think was triggered when we moved house after my first was born. I hate where we live, its so clinical and unfriendly. I remember the day we moved into this house, I knew I'd made a mistake and now years down the line I blame the house and even my DH for the way I now feel.
I'm sorry for the all over the place recent history but can anyone tell me is this depression or anxiety? If I once again go to my doctor (been before but nothing achieved) will he put me on ADs. I'm overweight already and couldn't face any more weight gain. That sounds so shallow.
Sorry for the ramble hope someone out there can help me.