Not really sure where to start really, spending yet another sleepless night awake having negative thoughts is starting to wear me down a bit, so thought I would write it here to try and make sense of it all. I’ve always found mumsnet to be somewhere I could relate to so hopefully this helps.
On paper I have a good life, mid 30s, wonderful DH and DS , currently in good health, (although could do with using a few pounds) have adorable pets and live in a calm neighbourhood. I have a lovely house (mortgaged) , and a job where I can wfh 2 days a week.
And yet, I feel utterly ungrateful and despondent and the feeling of needing to escape grows stronger every week. There’s something in my brain that doesn’t make me appreciate everything I have which in turn makes me feel like absolute rubbish.
I’ve worked at the same place for 20 years and my colleagues could not care less about me and leave me out of everything - professionally and socially. I try my hardest to be hardworking, available and helpful but it seems as though the lazy and aggressive ones come out on top. My boss labels me as emotional when I eventually make my feelings known about issues (which isn’t often) so have completely detached from them in the last year. I dread going in to the point where I feel ill the night before. I’ve tried interviews for other jobs but not got anywhere.
I’ve reached out to friends / colleagues / school mums / school friends / neighbours for social interaction but no one wants to know (unless I can serve them a purpose or be a listening ear). People are happy to chat on a superficial level but when I suggest anything more (a coffee, a meal out, etc) it’s always no.
My family have started leaving me out of big events like milestone birthday parties and weddings (bit obvious when I’m the only one out of 20 not invited) this includes my parents and DB who I have stepped away from who have treated me appallingly over the years (narcisstic and lack of empathy to name a few reasons, that’s for another thread perhaps)
My DS relies on me a lot for social interaction (he’s 10) so I try and arrange play dates with classmates but the mums either never commit or the classmates he wants to hang with are horrible to him.
My DH has no friends but is very happy with the situation as he’s not very sociable anyway.
I have semi seriously said to my DH we should move , but for all the good reasons listed at the beginning he has refused , if I was happy with my lot I can absolutely see why I should stay. But I feel so down and almost trapped , yet I know the problem must be me as it can’t be everyone else at fault surely?
I have such anxiety about stupid things as well and always thinking of the worse case scenario. I feel like mentally I’ve given up on the world :-(
I’ve tried anti depressants in the past, did have post natal depression so was on citrolopram for 18 months but I didn’t like the way it made me feel (ie numb, couldn’t cry or laugh for months) So not really keen on doing that again.
If you have got to the end of this well done, I realise how ungrateful and pathetic I sound , I would love some words of wisdom if possible or just to see if anyone else felt the same .