OP- with respect.
I’m also a LP with v v v little support.
I get up at 6 with my 2 year old.
Im at my desk- senior managerial role in a creative industry- but small team and charity element to our work- so no small amount of pressure- by 8.30 most days.
I work through until 5.15, nursery pick up, get home, do dinner, bath and bed, then housework until 8/9pm.
Then I pick up my laptop and keep on top of my ridiculous workload until 11 or midnight most nights.
I’m so time poor, I answer personal emails, do the grocery shop and pay bills while I take a shit at work- excuse the graphic nature of this, but really, truly- when you can’t even just take a shit because there isn’t time, you understand time-poor.
The SINGLE hour in the week for me, is therapy, 4.30-5.30, (I leave work 45 mins early, and get the baby 15 mins later) with a therapist who charges me £50 per session (some work pro bono, some are more expensive). Many months I can’t afford the bill and it goes on my credit card.
And no it doesn’t change the act that I’m unsupported, overworked, underpaid and currently waiting to find out if the tumour removes from me a week ago says I have cancer...
But fuck me, if it doesn’t at least help me
address all of that shit- and not spiral into ocd, self harm, ED or depression.
And I’ll make an hour and take the hit for that. I’m worth it. You are too,