I feel guilty saying it. I'm married to an amazing guy, have lovely dc's, a nice house, a secure job and close family around me. I know I have a lot to be thankful for, and I am. But I don't think I can ever be truly happy.
I think I feel happiness but it's just what I think is happy. And even then it's only brief.
When I look back at the past I feel happiness but I remember that I didn't feel it at that moment in time. I only feel how it should have felt afterwards.
Id rather be at home but do take the dc's out every day. When they were babies I didn't do baby groups etc, I isolated myself. Ive tried to make an effort at school but I just dont seem to have it in me. No one seems to like me. I'm useless. I probably wouldn't bother with me either.
If it wasn't for the good things in my life god knows where I would be. I let the days pass by, enjoying the little bits of happiness I feel. This is not what life should be like.
I devote my life to making the dc's happy. Making sure they have a chilhood as happy as mine. I have no friends anymore so they are my world. They're all I have going on.
I used to be outgoing, sociable, popular and happy. A distant memory now
I don't want to speak to anyone in real life about this. I keep hoping it will pass. Just wondering if anyone has been here and got through it.