I have noticed in the last few months that I cannot shake off this feeling. Usually a week before I have my AF, I feel very low and withdrawn but it goes away when AF comes and goes and I get back to normal. However this time, it has been lingering. I don't look forward to waking up anymore and getting a head start. I eat a healthy diet and get plenty of exercise and sleep but that is not doing anything and I truly believe it runs deeper.
I have a DS who is 2 and I physically do not have the energy to play with him or take him out because I am permanently tired. I am visiting my DH's family and I feel like I've ruined it because I've been a grumpy, horrible bitch because I cannot enjoy it. We've been outdoors, we went to tourists sightings but I haven't enjoyed myself. All I was looking forward to was going back home and into bed. All I look forward to is bed times and going to sleep. I failed my last year at university because I didn't have the mental ability or strength to continue as I simply had no motivation at all.
That's not life, is it? I don't feel right at all and I'm making everyone's life a fucking misery because I am a miserable cunt  my husband said he regrets bringing me to see his family because of the way I have been and he said he would've enjoyed it if he went by himself! And he is right. It would have been better if he went alone.
I feel so guilty. I almost cried earlier but I stopped them because I don't want to tell them how I feel incase they ridicule me. I am in bed now, hoping that my DS goes sleep soon so that I can just sleep and think happy things instead of waking up in the morning facing another shitty day.