I'm a regular, but have changed my name for this because I just feel a bit embarrassed about admitting how crap I am really.
I'm feeling particularly low tonight, and am 'home alone' (dh away a lot, including when I really need him like now) and just need to voice how annoyed I am with myself really...
I am an apparently successful person with two smashing kids and a job which is quite well thought-of in the outside world, a nice house and well, you know, all that. But I just don't seem to be able to actually achieve anything at the moment. It's like I've been overtaken by a sort of lethargy and although I have good intentions, I get nowhere with them. I have piles of work on my desk at work, but when I'm in the office I fiddle around with emails and minor tasks and waste the day, before coming home and feeling that I'm useless. Then I go in the next day and the piles have got bigger and I can face them even less... and so it goes on. I bring lots of work home, so that it torments me when I'm here as well. As I said, dh is away a lot, so I juggle the childcare too, and feel crap for the fact that I am not there for my kids more. I feel 'judged' by the other mums in the playground for the fact that they are picked up by a childminder every day. We moved house this summer, so haven't been away anywhere, but my kids stayed with my parents for two weeks as I had to be at work. The kids had a great time, but I hated it, and felt as if I'd abandoned them. Meanwhile I have got the house sorted out, but the work keeps on piling up around me and I don't get on with it. I am also crap at doing everyday things like making appointments (my hair needs cutting, but I can't phone the hairdresser's to get it done, I ran out of the pill because I couldn't get my arse in gear to phone the drs). And today I've pissed off my best friend because we're going away together this weekend (I don't want to go because I'm thinking of the piles of work at home, but I can't get out of it now) and I didn't get around to phoning to confirm the accommodation and things and consequently we haven't got exactly what we wanted.
Everyone thinks I am so organised, and they are so sooooooo wrong. Why can't I just put a bomb under myself and get myself motivated? I'd feel so much better if I did, and yet here I am still dithering about (should be working now, not posting on here, but need to offload at the moment). I've been seeing a counsellor at work and have talked about some phobias I have and also about my feelings of inadequacy, but he just seems faintly amused by me, and I feel that he thinks I'm making a big fuss about nothing. And anyway, with him I don't ever really get to the point of what the problem is...mainly because I don't actually know what it is. I strongly suspect that I am just a crappo useless kind of person. If I wasn't, surely I'd just 'get over it' and 'pull myself together'. I don't think I'm depressed... I function perfectly adequately on a day-to-day level, sleep OK (though I tend to sit up till at least 1 a.m. timewasting and am woken by the kids by 7 at the latest, so am too knackered to do otherwise), eat OK (too much at times), and I am capable of having fun with the kids and being generally happy when not feeling anxious about the things I need to do. I've had friends who've been seriously depressed, and I don't recognise myself in them. But I am constantly tearful and, most of all, just can't seem to 'snap out of it'.
Please feel free to tell me to just get over it and pull myself together. That's probably what I need... a good kick up the bum. But I don't seem to be able to administer it to myself.
Thanks for reading this. I don't really mind whether or not I get any replies now. I just needed to get it all off my chest.