How do i even begin?
I was diagnosed with depression a couple months back. At 32, mum to an 18mo DD, and now filing for divorce from my DH, i have days where i actually feel like i am slowly drowning to death.
STBXH and i are on good terms for the sake of DD. But i cant talk to him. I never have ever been able to open up fully about my mental health as his attitude has always been incredibly dismissive of it. Funnily enough ive been showing signs of depressive episodes in the whole duration of our 12 year relationship, and dating back to when i was a teen. Ive just never realised till now.
Also, im the one filing for divorce, last thing i need is for him to think i need him emotionally. When i dont.
I dont want to talk to my mum as she is wonderful however, completely insufferable. She too suffers from depression, and my decision to divorce has left her angry and in denial and i cannot possibly talk to her.
I cant even open up to my best friend.
So ill just talk to whoever is out here listening.
I am so unhappy. So deeply fucking unhappy at times. I used to self harm a decade ago, something i got the urge to do today but sat on my hands till it passed.
I cried profusely in my car on my way home from work. 45 minutes of non stop crying. After a good cry i feel better. Usually just 4 mins will do.
But not today.
I feel as though i am being dragged down into a muddy swamp, slowly losing my ability to breathe. The pain i feel inside is just so incredibly torturous. I want it to end. The pain that is. Nothing else.
I cant eat. I woke every 40 minutes to an hour all night last night. This morning i was up before my 5am alarm. Waiting to feel better. But the pain just gripped harder.
I know itll take a day or so for me to feel the complete opposite. But on those days i cant even remember how bad this feeling is. I remember why i used to self harm. The more the painful the physical pain was, the less this emotional one felt. It helped me cope.
I dont know the aim of this thread. But if anyone wishes to reply, please do. I know im not alone. Sometimes a safe space to vent is all thats needed to start a healing process. And to be able to get down in writing how the darker moments felt, at a time when you forget the enormity of just how painful it was.