I wasn't sure where to post this, I thought this place was probably best.
I suffer from suicidal ideation, I've seen a psychiatrist, in decades I've never got past planning it, so no self harm, but I don't tell anyone how I'm feeling, what I'm thinking, I keep it all to myself. Once or twice I've been really bad so they've had support in, but tried to shake it off ASAP as I feel ok if that makes sense, even though I don't. I struggle with anxiety and worrying. I'll worry about any which crazy scenario comes into my head.
I suffer with PTSD as a result of bad experiences, I was given a pack on it. But never followed up the counselling as I'm physically ill too, I found if you have or report a mental health issue, some doctors don't take you seriously, which is annoying, but one of them things.
My physical health is really bad and has been for as long as I can remember. It's on a decline, so just when you think it couldn't get worse something else happens. This impacts friendships, as people like to feel good about themselves, so they set about trying to find a resolution and there isn't one, when it hits home this is me, they struggle with it and distance themselves. Or in the past I've had friendships when I was working, where the people pretty much liked my bank balance, because I'm a bit soft and won't see people suffer if I can help it.
My husband that I've been with for a long time, he's wanting to have his own place. I think he yearns for a normal life, with someone that can do things I can't. I totally adore my children, when he's ranting that I should move out it upsets them understandably, if I'm honest it breaks my heart for them and myself, I thought we'd grow old together. My children are a big motivation in being here. But my husband will highlight every negative thing about me, which makes me feel crap, I feel upset as I've done and do so much good for him. If he wants something he's sweet as anything, when he's got it his demeanour returns to the usual crap.
I can't do much with physical limitations, but I offer as much as I can, it's like he loves being the martyr, he loves doing stuff and moaning how I do nothing. It annoys me that no one gets the concept, if I could be cured tomorrow, return to my old career, not need help, there is nothing I would love more. But the people around me family wise act like this is a choice. An example I knew my husbands work were recruiting, I wanted to speak to a big manager and say ok I can't work in an office, but I could do stuff from home. Firstly the hubby said no, then he said they wouldn't allow someone to work from home, so I've really tried.
I come from a big family, but they are very right wing, worship the Daily Mail, that kind of thing. I don't claim anything because I know it would be more ammunition for them. They get on great with my husband and children, but really don't get the whole disability thing.
I get like a feeling in my heart and chest, I really understand where the words heart broken come from. I feel like that quite a lot. I feel that it's sad my husband hates me so much, even though I've done so much for him. He was having a go the other day before school, one of my children looked at me and smirked. I spent 2 hours crying when they'd gone and hubby had gone to work.
I feel so helpless, I don't want to be in this situation, it's not a choice, I had an amazing career, that went down the pan as I just couldn't make it in, they couldn't accommodate me working at home anymore than I was. Even though to me, in the office productivity is low because everyone is chatting and gossiping. I want so badly to achieve things, some unrealistic, some within reach but would be hard. An example would be read a book, do a bit of a hobby, but I can't sit long to do a hobby, I can't hold a book too long or my hands go numb and my joints dislocate.
It's been said that I basically exist, which I believe to be true. I noticed tonight, or honestly over the last few weeks, my husband has given up wanting to help me. He moans about having to work and commute, plus take the children to hobbies, the housework. I feel for him as it must be hard, at the same time, if I could I would. He doesn't like me going with him to the children's hobbies as he loves the interaction with parents, especially female ones. He'll say it's not really suitable for x/y/z reason.
I know I mentioned my family, but that's been going on so long it doesn't bother me that much. I'm lucky to have siblings that care, I've done all I could to help them in the past so it's reciprocated. It would be nice if I had the option of somewhere to go like living with them. I wouldn't impose myself on them or anything, they wouldn't know I was there.
My children are absolute diamonds, they are the best ever. With me being ill and them helping me they get support at school through young careers or something like that. They find things I can do, so silly games, we have so much fun with the simplest of things. I help with homework, I do all I can with them, to prove that no matter what their Dad thinks of me, hopefully they know I try my hardest.
Being ill really sucks, if I wasn't ill I don't think I'd have half the problems I do mentally. The feeling of heart break, isolation, anxiety, worry, getting upset and ideation are circumstantial. Although I'd probably still worry and have a bit of anxiety, but not as bad.
I posted a few weeks back about benefits, someone said something that really struck home, look at a picture of yourself as a child and think what does that person deserve. So working up the courage to do that, but that's extra stress and worry. My family and husband are against it, but I literally have no money for myself.
I'm trying to get something sorted with something else and I'm getting ignored, that's frustrating me as it's delaying help that could make a real impact. I guess I need to try DP again to see if I can get the support I need. There's lots to do, but it's finding the energy and courage to do it.
The way my husband is at the moment, housing is another thing I'll need to sort. Ideally it would be supported housing on a complex, it sounds weird but I would enjoy that and getting to socialise, with help on hand and people who know how to get the help I need. But I'm not sure how that impacts benefits if you're living in such an environment.
If I had a wand I'd use my wishes on others, that's just how I am.
I guess one thing I should try is trying to read a book or something. That would be good. It'd be better than achieving nothing apart from what I do with my children. I can't tell you how much I love and adore them.
Before anyone says it, I do get why my husband would want to trade in this old wreck for something new and shiny. I think it doesn't help that he talks to other Mums who do everything, or Dads that have everything done for them. He wants a piece of that pie. It can't be easy watching someone suffer, I just wish he'd think before he opens his mouth. As with anyone that knows another person inside out, he knows how to press my buttons to really hurt me.
I don't know if anyone will reply or not. I just feel so lonely and overwhelmed right now.
Sorry this is so long, love to you all.