I've recently had a breakdown.
Long story short I've had two extremely difficult pregnancies due to a serious illness that could affect me and the babies, had two awful labours, two lots of postnatal anxiety/depression and I've just not felt right for years. I don't think it's anxiety/depression - I just feel like there's something not right as I don't feel right and the GPs and mental health team and psychiatrist and counsellor and family etc etc just won't believe me. I just don't feel like me through the days and I only improve at night.
DH is back at work tomorrow after two weeks off whilst I've done my utmost to get back on track (ridiculously healthy diet, exercise, CBT) I just can't see me coping or having any quality of life if I do manage it.
I hate it. I am clearly just not cut out to be a mother. I just never thought life could be so fucking shit. I'm sick of desperately trying to keep myself together - for what? For another day of feeling utter despair and panicking about the responsibility of looking after my toddler and baby at the same time?
I feel like I'm pathetic.
I'm sorry for the ramble. I just needed to get that out. Petrified about tomorrow.