Anyone feel like this? I just want to pause everything and deal with things one at a time so as not to feel so overwhelmed. If only I had the motivation.
Struggled with depression and anxiety on and off for about 20 years now. Been on and off the drugs but resigning myself to being on them for years as I just don't do well without them. There's things I don't like about them but it's better than being in the pit of despair all the time.
Currently 18 weeks pregnant with number 2 and this time ignored the voice that said I should stop the drugs in pregnancy. However I feel myself slipping back into the pit and I hate it. My brain is telling me that no one likes me and even my family have no interest in me apart from things I can be useful to them for. I know this is unfair but hasn't stopped me sobbing on and off most of the day.
DH has been working so much recently I've felt like a single parent and I'm just ridiculously lonely and exhausted dealing with a threenager who swings wildly between absolutely lovely and complete stroppy nightmare.
I think I probably should up the meds but feel so guilty for baby 2- I know the risks are small but what if?
Anyway not sure why I wrote this, probably for therapy! Thanks for reading