I am having a particularly bad day today, but generally coping badly with lockdown. My anxiety, fur which I take citalopram, has always been directed at my children and parenting. I have three, aged 8, 11 and 14 and homeschooling and being with them 24/7 is really not helping.
For example, today I am panicking that youngest is behind in maths, and can't tell the time, middle cries at everything and that generally they all find it difficult to settle at much beyond screens or Lego. And that they won't do music practice without being asked, are mean to each other, etc etc. The thing is, I am blinded to any good stuff and panic that it's all my fault and I'm a crappy mother who has allowed them to watch far too much telly. I am a notorious perfectionist, and generally give up if things aren't perfect. You can't do that with parenting and I find life such a battle. I only relax when they are all asleep, and these days that's pretty much my own bedtime. I panic mainly that it's too late now for me to actually be a good mother to them because I've wasted years being anxious and not being present for them. Plus, I'm irritable most of the time, another thing I panic about irreversibly affecting them...
Any words of help?