I'm really struggling. I have, by my own diagnosis, SAD and some kind of anxiety. Maybe it's a bit more than I thought or maybe I'm having a shit time just now. I've spent most of the last two weeks feeling like I'm on the verge of a panic attack. I feel trapped (by nothing in particular) but at the same time I hardly want to leave my house. It's shit.
I don't suppose you'd know it from the rest of my postings as I generally stick to light and fluffy on here, barely venture out of Chat.
Was at the end of my tether yesterday, even though DS spent the afternoon at nursery. I was meant to Get Stuff Done and I went into town to shop and get power cards topped up. Only I forgot my purse. Well it pretty much spoiled my mood to do anything in one second, so I went to the restaurant I work in and had some lunch (we're allowed a small tab) then went home and did fuck all. Meant to wash and do some tidying. Went to get DS and as per usual he switched from happy and smiley the minute we got in the door to tired, crying, demanding, hitting. I feel like I'm breaking him. He is always so happy at nursery I want him to be happy at home too! He's stopped wanting to do all the fun things I imagined I'd do with my child, colouring and craft etc. I'm lucky if I can engage him for the time it takes to do a jigsaw.
I stuck his cartoons on then went to lie on my bed for a minute to clear my head. Well he came through and started jumping on the bed, then DP came home and I ran away and hid in DS' room in the dark and cried 
Was dying to call in sick to work but it's not like I'm vomiting everywhere and we had a Christmas party to serve and I knew they would need me! Plus I need the money just now, and work usually is useful to take my mind off stuff. Last night though every minute I wasn't actively doing something I could feel the anxiety in my stomach. I'm in again tonight. I don't know how sympathetic the boss will be if I tell her the truth, I don't really want to fake a bug; I did tell my manager how I was feeling last night and he kindly took on the Christmas Party which he had wanted me to serve!
DP and I are suffering, I'm always tired, never really want to be intimate, we had a little chat last night but I have all these things I feel like I want to say and then when it comes to it my mind just goes blank or they seem too trivial to bother with. His first port of call was that I should go and get a script for anti-Ds which I really don't want to do! Pills don't solve anything IMO I'd just be stuck with them; how do you know you're well enough to come off, I'd just be on them forever. And getting steadily increased doses I assume. Plus I'm crap at remembering to take pills!
Urgh this is turning into a bit of an essay. I have to take DS to nursery (Usually work today but thank god I've got lunch off!) Thanks for reading if you got this far. I don't really know what I need or want to do. But I feel a bit like I'm stuck in a giant wok. A wok FFS 