I've name changed. I really don't know how to move forward from this. I actually don't know if I want to move forward.
I'm married with 4 dc. Dh has a life limiting illness but copes admirably, not allowing it to hold him back. Until he was forced to retire on grounds of ill health he had a responsible well paid job. Since retiring, he has done a law degree and is now doing a further degree. He's incredible and formidable and lots of other "ible's"!
Eldest dc is 20 and at uni. Next dc is 19 and at uni. Next dc is 16 and doing gcse's, youngest dc is 9. Me - Im utterly and totally useless. I can't do anything. I have no talent, no drive, no ambition, no energy - nothing. I'm physically, mentally and morally ugly. I'm not clever or practical. I love dh and dc very much, and I know dh loves me. The eldest two don't need me any more, they're both well rounded, lovely and intelligent people with huge potential but this is all own to dh's influence, not mine.
After dc3 was born 16yrs ago he had the worst colic - for eight months I didn't sleep for more than 3 hours in 24, and those 3 hours weren't consecutive. I got pnd and the form it took was that I wanted the world to be just me and the baby. I tuned everyone else out and lived for this poor baby who suffered. I was put on medication, can't remember what now, but over the years and after various consultations, I'm now on 150mg of venlafaxine, and likely to be so for good. When I started on it, it was quite a new drug and it was felt it would be a good one for me because it had elements of adrenalin to combat my lethargy and tiredness.
So now dc3 is 16 and, I hate to say this, but I don't like him very much. It kills me that this was the child I nurtured to the exclusion of the two others, and now it seems he hates me. He's not a bad child but his personality is basically not very nice. I won't go into it too much because I'm only scene setting and, to be fair, he's 16 - he may grow out of it. Lastly, dc4 is 9 and is the sweetest natured child you could hope for. BUT - he's lazy, hates school, won't eat anything that's any good for him, would spend his life on a screen, has slight memory retrieval problems which makes school work difficult. So whereas he's a lovely lovely boy, I feel guilty that he has a lot of issues to deal with.
In the past when dh has been ill and spent time in hospital I used to cope brilliantly when the crisis was on, but when everything was back ok again, I would go into myself - stop seeing friends, go to bed for a few days etc but gradually pull myself round. Just recently, I find myself staying in bed more and more. There doesn't seem any point getting up. I hate myself for being like this but can't stop it.
I have a lovely life on the surface - nice house, loving dh, healthy dc, good friends (who would be astounded to hear any of this) - but I can't see past the irrelevance that is me. Dh hates it when I'm like this - he worries. We had a big talk earlier when he said that living with me is a lonely life. He also said he loves me no matter what but he feels as if he, and the dc, are a responsibility and a burden I no longer want. I didn't say anything but it was a bit of a lightbulb moment - he's right. I dont want people to love me and depend on me, I'm no good, I'm not good at relationships, despite the fact I love them desperately. What can I do? Im already on a high dose of AD's. Please help me get over this. I don't actively want to harm myself, but if I didn't wake up tomorrow I wouldn't mind. :(. I know that's an awful thing to say.