I've recently moved out to Moscow to join my BF, the father of our lovely baby boy who is almost five months old. I'm not coping. Becuase my BF does not yet have a Russian Foreign Travel passport, I spent 6 months of my pregnancy on my own, gave birth on my own (well, with wonderful mother as support,) and spent the first three montsh on my own looking after him. It was a tough labour ending in an emergency CS. Just to make things more tricky, I bought a house in the same month as becoming pregnant last year, August and have spent about 6 months doing it up. It is now rented out and all that end is sorted. In fact, I think I have coped with all that rather well, even the final disappointments of him not being able to come over for the birth and to see the baby. My parents very kindly let me stay with them for 6 weeks before I came to Moscow and were absoutley wonderful. They are truly besotted with the babe, who is their first grandchild.
I've been out in this hole for four weeks now and I am beginning to go downhill fast. We are not living the Expat life I'm afraid and live on the Eastern outskirts in possibly the most depressing tower block I have ever seen....which is surrounded by even more depressing tower blocks of tatty flats and a couple of industrial chimneys in the background. Nice. Money is very tight at the moment and I have just found out that the job I was supposed to start in January at in international school has fallen through. Because of our very different standards of living, BF doesn't really get the enormous difficulty I am having coming to terms with this place...graffitti and piss in the lifts, bloody cold, don't know a soul, no job, no one to talk to, grey, grey, grey. God, it's bleak! I can't even be bothered to go to the local park any more, nor get on with the decoarating to make this place less vile. He has worked so hard on it to make it more habitable that I can only whinge so much. And boy have I whinged! What he doesn;t seem to really understand is not only have I left all my friends and family to go to a different country which is bad enough, but my standard of living is now infinately worse. Well below what we would describe as poverty levels in the West.
I am getting to the point now where I am crying for hours for no reason, I'm no longer interested in food (most unusual for me,) I can't sleep even though I am totally drained emotionally and physically and my libido has disappeared. I keep getting stupid stomach bugs, I can't be bothered to go outside and I find myself staring into space for ages. I have had some very black thoughts indeed but fortnately have managed to pull myself together. I had a major breakdown several years ago as have many close member of my family. My grandmother comitted suicide due to PPP. So, I recognise the signs of depression! I've been doing all the things you should do to make yourself better....going for walks (well until recently,) trying to make new friends and meeting up with other Expat first time mothers out here. I've used what little network I have out here as support but it's not really making any difference. BF doesn't really believe in depression I think - they all drink themselves to death here instead! And, understandably, he is getting increasingly frustrated with my ever increasingly black mood and my tendency to burst into tears on the bus. Most embarassing! I am learning the language but it is very much at sub school French level at the moment. I have no access to a HV , GP or Mid-Wife. I'm beginning to get to the end of my tether really. I keep telling myself that I need to have a postive attitude, I have only been out here a few weeks and I should be grateful for a loving, sweet partner and a beautiful, healthy baby boy. But I can't. I've been having nightmares and have an irrational constant fear that something is going to happen to him. All fairly classic symptons I suppose. My house is rented out for a year and I suppose I could go home next August if I really couldn't bear it. I'm just not sure how I'm going to get throught the next week, let alone the next few months.
So, I'm a bit f**ked really. Know any good jokes?