Excuse any mistakes on this post, I’m a little tipsy as it’s the only way I’d have the guts to post this.
I’m depressed. I have been for over a year but now it’s escalating. I can feel it (I’ve been here before).
Every time I try to do something to sort myself out, I hit an obstacle and I don’t have the strength to keep picking myself up. An example - I decided to start the new year by exercising and eating properly. I needed it after Christmas excess and just general winter neglect.
It was going so well - I had more energy, I started to feel good and most importantly, I started to find me again. Then I got ill - I’m in the process of seeing if I have psoriatic arthritis and my joints were aching, I had no energy and then got inflammation in my ribs.
I’m physically better now but I’m a mess emotionally. I’m tearful, sad and negative. I’m eating too much. My motivation is totally fucked. Unusually for me, I can’t be arsed to wash my hair, I hate everything I wear, don’t really want to leave the house and whilst I’m eating more, I seem to have no pleasure in it. Oh and I’ve gone off sex.
I can’t see a viable way out. I’ve taken anti-depressants before (citalopram), and whilst they worked, I hated the weight gain and I could not orgasm at all. I felt so numb - which was helpful in many ways, but a bit bland? I don’t know if that’s right, but that’s as close as I can get to describing the feeling.
I just feel like life is an enormous bag of shit. The last seven years has been hard - I’m talking soap-opera bad. It’s been one shit thing after another and factor in an ExH who is a mindfuck, I’ve lost my faith in life.
I’ve had counselling. I seem to go round in circles.
I’m aware that my life is theoretically ok - there are no hardships (nice home, job, kids, etc).
I can’t pull myself out. All I can see is a lifetime of mental struggle. I can’t see any point to it all? It’s become too much effort for very little return.
How can I get out of this? I logically know the answers and I know it’s about small steps - but what do you do when you feel like you can’t even do that? Or if you manage to do it, it’s like your wading through treacle, or you feel like you’re performing, and no-one really knows how much you are hurting inside?
I’m sorry if this all seems self-indulgent, or I’ve waffled...I’m such a private person, and this is very hard for me to admit..