This might end up a longish post.
I'm feeling suicidal, and desperate, and otherwise stuck. Just in a very dark place.
I should say at the outset, this isn't new in itself. So, not just a sign of menopause etc. I grew up in difficult circumstances, believe I developed complex ptsd. Tried to seek help, therapy, anything on the NHS except pills, over and over for 20 years to no avail. I know people are likely to say 'you must go and get help' but my GP, mental health services etc have repeatedly shrugged. I'm in my own unless I turn up as immediately suicidal. I can't do that and don't want to as it would negatively affect my daughter. And I don't believe that if you turn up in that way, it gets you useful support.
I'm on my own, now, in life. I was in a bad place when I had my daughter ten years ago. I got pregnant from a fling, was so traumatised I think, that I more or less froze for 9 months. Had her, have raised her just about. I have this weird life where by day I hold down a reasonably professional job. I pretend I'm OK all the time, in and out of work. To work colleagues and acquaintances - people who don't care about me beyond a point where we interact. At home I've been entirely alone for years, more than ten years. Looking after my daughter alone and very depressed I've done my best. Haven't had anyone I'd call a friend. Haven't been able to go out anywhere without childcare, or anyone to spend time with if I did so I've been in the house after tea time, no hobbies or nights out. Or even ability to go for a walk by myself. I could get a babysitter, but it seems like a waste of money as I'm not clear where id then go. I feel like I don't have an identity, a personality, at least not a positive one. I don't have any value.
Most of me just doesn't want to be here. It's showing up in the way I am at work by now, people can see odd behaviours. The only security I have in life is the money it brings me so that's terrifying. I feel I'm coming apart at the seams, I don't know how much longer I can do it. Really I'm just alive for my daughter, because she has noone else. She is truly wonderful, I don't want to damage her which I know I would if I ended my life. But that's it, that's the only thing that I'm in life for. And sometimes I wonder whether I will reach a point, in say 10 or 20 years, where I think on balance she'll be fine without me, or I've acted in anger towards her and maybe she doesn't want to know me - and then ill feel free to do it. But that feels like a long way off, a lot of time to be in pain before I can go.
I have parts of days or even a few days every now and then, where things don't seem quite so bad. But it doesn't last, it just feels like magical thinking.
I'm aware of all this and the cptsd realisation came from reading and watching people talk about psychology - Pete walker, bessel van der kolk, YouTube people like the crappy childhood fairy and Dr ramani, and a number of others. I try to do things like journal, it helps but at the end of the day one of the biggest problems is I'm so alone. I've had a few fledgling friendships but then people tend to see behaviours in me that mean they retreat. Or wise people keep a distance from me to start with. I struggle with the rejection. I feel a failure for not putting lots of people around my daughter. She has friends at school and is really good with her peers, but other parents make it clear I'm not welcome and they don't want to spend time with me. We have no family, she has never met her father as he didn't want to know.
I'm not sure what I'm looking for posting on here. I just don't have anywhere else to say these things. It's been years, again probably more than ten by now, since I had a proper conversation with anyone, about anything. In that respect it doesn't matter whether I'm happy, sad, whatever I'm feeling or thinking. Noone knows, noone cares. I don't blame anyone, I know noone owes me anything. I'm just so incredibly sad. I walk past other people every day who have lives, relationships with other human beings. I'm so lonely, so full of pain.
Back when I was younger I probably did have a few opportunities at happiness - in my early twenties. There was a guy who thought the world of me. I think I thought I was better than him, at the time. Maybe that was my chance, but I left him to start a career somewhere else. The career then and now, is the reason I'm not needing anyone to support me physically, financially. But it's the only time I can remember receiving genuine love and care. I can't say it's anyone else's fault I threw that away. I was quite determined back then, to stand on my own two feet after my childhood, where I'd been at the mercy of adults and their messed up relationships.
There, that's it. It just feels very bleak. I also feel like I'm whining, very needy and self centred. I know noone is going to swoop down and help me, and I'm an expert in making the wrong, worst decisions if they did. I don't trust myself, quite the opposite.