That really. I'm pretty sure I'm not suicidal but I do feel pretty despairing about my ability to live a normal life.
I've had undiagnosed (until teo years ago) depression and anxiety for most of my life and also a diagnosis of adhd a year ago. Take meds for all of those, which perhaps help.
But this morning, as often, I can't cope with mornings with three children and am dreading half term. I dread it because I can't comfortably let them "get on with it" and watch telly and bum around, and yet have no motivation to help them to do stuff and no patience to feel with normal squabbles.
I sound so moany actually. On the surface I have pretty much everything; husband, nice house, three kids after huge fertility issues, no actual financial crises although cash tight because we stretched financially to extend our house.
I can't handle stress. I shout at the kids a lot (mostly mornings actually, but not a nice way to start the day.)
Dh doesn't deserve a wife like me and dc deserve better from their mother. I am worried that ive messed them up and that I can't do well enough to recover things. I know my anxiety focuses on them, I can tell you just what I should do to to make things better (cbt helped me with the theory) but in the heat of it my anxiety builds up and I blow and shout horribly.
I bumble on with most people thinking I'm doing an okay job and in fact tomorrow my kids will have amazing costumes for dressing up at school, perpetuating the myth that I and they are okay.
I just want someone to tell me that if I just stopped they'd be okay and I could go away for a month or so. But obviously that would be worse. My mother is bipolar and was an inpatient for two years so in the back (actuslly front!) of my mind I feel I'm turning into her.
I need to do the small steps but actually believe that there is a point to them and that I haven't messed up too badly already.
Sorry about this garbled mess. Off to sort out crisis over sticker ownership!