I've had (undiagnosed) high performing anxiety and low level depression most of my life, but in the last year it has got so much worse.
I spent the majority of last year feeling numb, down, void of any joy in anything just overwhelmed with feelings of hopelessness and like I really truly don't want to be here or see a point to my life. At the same time, I wouldn't do anything about it - partially because of guilt at what that would do to my kids, and partially because of fear of pain from the act itself or if it went wrong. But that doesn't stop the fantasy of just ceasing to exist.
At various points over 2019, I've had strong invasive fantasies about driving my car into another car or a wall....usually always something involving a car accident, although I don't know why. I can imagine it and feel the pain vividly and it's not a bad thing, it's like a welcome release. My emotions have been all over the place, but largely internalised- I feel total dread about getting up every morning, for example, but I do it. I function fully - too much if anything. My OCD tendencies are in overdrive, I can't stand a single mark on a wall or any damage at all to anything, it makes me feel like the world is ending. I frequently feel nauseous and overwhelmed, particularly about work and the fact that my life seems to entirely lack meaning apart from the children who will one day grow up and not need me anyway.
I have tried to be proactive- exercise groups, hobbies etc. I had some online therapy through Mind last year but got the distinct sense the therapist didn't like me. She basically said I couldn't be helped because I wasn't finding the CBT techniques helpful and my self awareness is already very strong - I just cant change my thinking or be content. Ever.
I just don't know how to carry on like this. Its christmas eve and I'm feeling flat and joyless and dreading another year of feeling like this. My poor DH has literally no empathy or comprehension of what it's like and I can never understand why he puts up with it - I'm certain one day he wont. I am literally a joy drain. I can't see any positive outcome and no GP will take me seriously because I'm functioning, I appear normal, I'm not crying. I just feel lost inside.