Name changed for this one. Sorry it's a long one.
I'm nearing 40, with a 6 month old DS. Married for 8 years to a wonderful DH, with a lovely house and successful career.
Inexplicably, I've been mentally falling apart for the past few weeks, after seeing a picture of some girls I went to school with having dinner together recently.
I had a lovely childhood, nothing awful happened to me, but I behaved terribly in my teens and twenties. Nothing criminal, but I was a compulsive liar. I was desperate to be liked, desperate to be in with the "cool" gang and as such on the fringes of several groups of "friends". I suppose I never fitted in with any of them. As I got older, I was so desperate to be liked that I started sleeping around and, deservedly, got a bit of a reputation.
I went away to university and continued my self destructive theme - I had a lovely boyfriend but cheated on him constantly, told lies and was generally not a very nice person, such was my need for attention. I then moved to London where I spent a debauched few years moving around several friend groups, sleeping with lots of people etc. Until I settled down with my ex, who I was together with faithfully for 5 years. We broke up due to his drinking habits, and I reverted back to my promiscuous behaviour. I even slept with a friends ex-boyfriend, and I am crippled with shame about how I behaved. I then met my husband and have been with him for 10 years, totally faithful and thankfully out of the destructive cycle of compulsively lying about everything. He is my world and I love him dearly.
Seeing that photo of the girls from school recently has triggered something deep inside me that I can't seem to get over - remorse, regret, shame, guilt. I'm repulsed that I slept with so many people in an attempt to be liked or happy. About 5 or 6 years ago I visited my parents in the small town I grew up in and I saw the same girls from school. They looked me up and down and gave me the most horrid look, it was if they hated me. I brushed it off at the time but now for some reason, I can't stop thinking about it.
I should point out that I have lots of lovely friends now, including my wonderful best friend who I've known for almost 13 years and is more like a sister to me.
My past behaviour is consuming me from the inside at the moment, to the point where I'm unable to leave the house in case I bump into anyone from my past (with is completely irrational as I live 250 miles away from where I grew up and also no longer in London). Is this something that a counsellor could help with? Is it a form of PND? I cannot speak with anyone close to me about this as I fear then judging me.
Any advice would be very gratefully received. Thank you x