none of this will make sense unless I sat and wrote an essay of my shite of a life! ive suffered what ive been told 'depression' since childhood - although I didn't know of it as a child only in the last 6yrs, but pretty much felt the same all my life. Ive told psych I think its BPD but all I hear is depressed and anxieties! take pills and talk to someone about how shit you life is?!
I feel like I was born cursed, that im paying for my pulse! ive pretty much struggled with everything that normal people breeze through? I cant make friends, I cant show affection, I hate everything unless its an animal which for I have an obsession of. I feel so alone but get anxious in a room full of people, I cant control my emotions, I go from feeling sad to rage in seconds.
I struggle with my ds's, they argue and hit each other constantly, trashing the house and I just don't have the energy to deal with them some days.
it just feels like my life was set up to fail from the beginning, I shouldn't of been able to have kids - or is this a cruel trick to be able to conceive but not love them? to meet a man but not want to be touched, hugged or be intimate?
to meet friends that cant keep up with someone who acts so weird they all run away! family who wouldn't know if they walked past me or my children?
I don't actually know what my purpose is?
ive told my ex p that I want him to take the ds's to france where he has loads of family. so that they can get a chance to be surrounded by loving family, lots of laughter and have people around on days like birthdays, Christmas etc..
instead of being alone, surrounded by tears and yelling. to save them from me and a life of nothing.
I keep telling dp to run and find someone who can offer far more than I can, how can he love me? I have nothing to give? we have dd together though he lives at his mums, part is to do with financial and the other is that we are complete opposite and clash somewhat.
it feels like I have to remove everyone from my life as I do nothing but bring them down. ive damaged my dc's childhood and they will end up like me. I feel so guilty.
sertraline is supposedly doing something as is counselling but I feel like this on a daily basis. its not living its just existing, exhausting and if I could just disappear without it damaging my dcs even more than I have already. I wouldn't be here!