My life = stressful. Like really really stressful. I have PTSD from a hospital negligence case, two small children - one disabled - superficial family who provide no support and actively erode any headway I make. Dealing this year with a change in career and oldest starting school (fully statemented) as well as trying to keep a good marriage stable.
I was an outpatient for a year from our MH unit, had excellent therapy which left me able to cope, that finished last october. Was very ill at one point, don't think I knew just how ill, spent 8 months on Sertraline, part of the illness was me refusing any ADs for worry about breastfeeding until I made enough progress to see I did need them. I didn't like them though an have been AD and therapy free since January time.
Until this last week, I had flu whoch I thibk is a trigger. I can't sleep but then can't wake up. Can't take joy from anything, feel distanced from those around me. I know it's partly my family dragging me down but I can't help but feel the back dog is back.