I have suffered with depression in the past but for the last week or so I have felt that big grey lump of cotton wool in my head again. Today was just the tip of the iceberg. DH told me he was finding me really hard to live with and that I was making him feel miserable as I was being constantly unhappy and so I asked him why he just didn't leave. I told him not to leave and instead I would. I grabbed my bag and got in the car and drove. I had no idea where I was going or where I was heading. Ended up going to a shop and just staring at nothing in particular for a good hour. DH sent me text messages asking if I was ok but I read them and just didn't have it in me to reply. All I kept thinking about was whether or not I would go home and that if I didn't I wouldn't be missed anyway as I'm so miserable all the time. Thought everyone would be better off without me.
I managed to stay out for about an hour and a half and couldn't do it anymore and so drove back home. My children asked me where I had been and I just said I'd had a little drive. DH hugged me and asked why I was so unhappy. And do you know I couldn't tell him why I was unhappy. I had no idea myself. He hugged me and I just cried and cried. It's been a tough day today but I'm feeling a little better now.