I've been home alone recently (DC with my ex for a holiday). Even if DC were here no one would know what was going on as I wouldn't tell them but I would be less insular. I wouldn't have time to hide away and wallow.
I work full time. It's not that I don't have contact with anyone. I have plenty. I have hobbies even. I just don't have meaningful contact. Even friends who have known about some of my struggles have never known the full picture.
Over the years I've seen several therapists, been on medication, been signed off work. No one knows the full extent. Almost no one knows any of it at all.
I'm certain I actually have ADHD and during the pandemic it's had a really disastrous impact on my life. My house is not a house I could invite even family into. I am not coping at work. No one knows quite how bad things are in terms of the work I should have delivered that I haven't even started.
I have an important meeting tomorrow and I haven't done any of the preparation work. Instead I am lying in bed.
I don't know how to get myself out of this hole.
I recently finished a round of NHS therapy and am on the waiting list for more. I don't feel I've even been honest about quite how bad things are in my latest treatment as I'm too ashamed and I knew that such a short burst of treatment meant it wasn't even worth trying to scratch the surface on the big stuff. I'm middle aged and have spent a lifetime playing a role to such an extent that even when I do admit things are bad I can't be truly honest.
I don't know why I'm posting. I feel very desperate. I won't hurt myself or anything. I'll just carry on like I always do.