Hahello,
Just want to air a few things, if anyone has any useful thoughts I would be very grateful.
I've had mental health problems on and off since I was 14 / 15 but didn't see anyone about them till I was in my 30s. Had an inconclusive bit of wet counselling (sorry for the non technical term) and a few months of citalopram. not sure if either helped, I did feel better but I always go up and down, sometimes a new interest or change of scene has a very powerful effect for a while too.
Then I had children, now 3 and a bit and 15 months. I found it really really hard. Very tough pregnancies, physically (nausea and SPD) and mentally (insomnia, anxiety, sometimes endless crying).Tried to get some help with the mental stuff in my second pregnancy, which eventually (after the birth) led to some visits from a very nice and clever HV and a load of old crap from the drs (an even cheaper variant of cbt which left me feeling a million times worse for reasons some of which are particular to me).
Feeling grim and semi-desperate most of the time, before the end of my second mat leave saw a GP who referred me for some "proper therapy" which starts next week.
Went back to full time work a few months ago and at first found it quite refreshing, enjoying being out of the house, no childcare worries (dp is doing it), etc. Then suddenly hit a wall. On Monday couldn't make myself go to work (got off the bus and went to a museum on the way in
) and when I eventually got there I could barely hold myself together and someone spotted this and their sympathy pushed me over the edge and I got sent home in tears. Cried for about 24 hours without stopping.
Went to GP and got signed off work for 10 days and she wants me to take tofranil (which is a tricyclic). She was quite aggressive about it. I don't want to. I feel exhausted as much as anything and I am quite shocked that she was pushing (yes pushing) that without ever having seen me before or knowing anything else about me (didn't ask about the past, didn't look at my notes, is sure I have hormonal PND but I don't think my problems started with having children)
Now I am at home wondering what to do next. Have slept a lot, almost stopped crying, feeling really guilty about neither doing work nor childcare. (I can work from home and I am a bit but not as much as I could be and there are big things I should be working on which are time sensitive)
Sorry this is so long. Just wanted to talk to someone. here are the things I want to ask:
Has anyone beat depression without drugs? (I have some therapy just about to come up, I am not trying to avoid the issue just saying trying different things first)
Please tell me it is ok to take a break, I am feeling very bad about not being with dp and the kids in the house but honestly I feel like I just can't. I really need to pull myself out of this state where I can't stop crying and I don't think throwing myself into normal life - which is what got me here - is going to help
I'm afraid I shouldn't have had children. I hate a lot of family life (although I love dp and the children themselves). I hate that someone is always shouting in your ear, I hate the way dd1 will repeat herself endlessly even as you are saying, yes, yes I know, in a minute, as soon as I have changed dd2's nappy, etc etc. It makes me feel absolutely mental, there are times when I could fall to my knees and beg her to stop talking.They are nice kids, many people have it a lot worse (seriously I know everyone loves their kids but some are easier than others and I really think we are lucky with ours) but I haven't enjoyed anything for ages, years really. Things we do out of the house are just things to pass the time, I never just see a beach or a castle or a sky or a picture in a museum any more, it never gets near me, there is a constant wall around me of NOISE (literal and metaphorical) which insulates me from anything which might nourish me. I am sorry that is so pretentious but that is how I feel and I feel I have got to the end of my reserves.
Is there anything I can do about that? If not, how do I survive?
I feel so guilty about all this. What is so very selfish is that I don't want to prop up an untenable situation with drugs. but that is what I have to do, maybe? as this is the situation. I feel like if I take something like tricyclics I will never be the same. I will never get off them, I will get fat, sweaty, sleepy, maybe problems to my heart and liver etc. And it will be all so I can be the machine I need to be to do my job and be fully available at home. And I don't want to. I really don't. I feel really sad at the thought that I have to sacrifice me, completely and physically, to keep doing what I have to do. and that is what being a mother is. So what do I do?