I've had mental health problems for as long as I can remember. I first saw a psychiatrist when I was eight, for hair pulling (trichotillomania). I had a tough childhood, with domestic violence, emotional abuse and neglect. My parents divorced when I was 12 and my Mum had problems with addiction so we lived in poverty. As soon as I could, I worked like crazy alongside school work to make sure we got fed. I was always afraid of having our utilities cut off, we often had bailiffs at the door and so on. Thankfully school was a safe haven and I did well there.
I went to university at 18. My mental health was often awful and I struggled on and off with depression, anxiety and strange delusions. Somehow I clung on, finished my course and got a degree.
I spent my 20s working hard and hopping from city to city, house to house and job to job. I'd earn as much as I could while I was able to, so that when my mental health crashed, I could take a few months to recover before starting the cycle all over again. I never asked for professional support for my mental health, just ploughed on when I could and took time out when needed.
I met my DH when I was well and in work. We got married and a couple of years later, DS1 was born. Before long, I was dealing with puerperal psychosis. DH was a fantastic Dad and husband and supported us emotionally, practically and financially. I eventually got better, came off the medication and two years later, DS2 arrived. I then enjoyed a period of stability, so I went back to university, retrained and returned to work when DS1 started school. Unfortunately my mental health problems got in the way and I had to resign.
I devoted myself to family life, staying as well as I could and doing voluntary work. I was finally diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder and put on the right balance of medication. I'm much, much better now, but not exactly symptom free. I've had counselling and psychotherapy, which has helped.
I'm now 50, with young adult DCs. I'd love to finally achieve something professionally. I feel left behind in life because I've spent so much time being ill. When I'm well, I'm very capable and would love the satisfaction of making the most of my talents and skills. When I'm not well, I struggle with even basic tasks.
I honestly don't know whether to work on accepting what is, focus on staying well and enjoying the positives in my life (good relationship with DH, my DSs being fantastic young men, steady home life, lovely dog). I just feel disappointed that I never lived up to my potential in the world of work. Do others with chronic health problems feel the same way? What helps?