Please help. I feel like I am about to implode from 5 years of bad decisions and regrets. Every day I wake up and wish I had done things differently and I desperately need an opinion other than DH's.
I have always been an introverted person and I struggle with depression and anxiety after childhood trauma and the sudden death of my mother when I was a teen. But my life has really gone down the drain since 2018.
In late 2018 I got married and moved with DH from England to Scotland. It was what we both really wanted, but moving meant leaving my reasonably successful job as a legal secretary.
I can see now what a mistake that was. As an introvert, my work was pretty much my only socialisation. It was the place I managed to build up some confidence and actually feel competent.
But leave I did and we moved, temporarily staying with DH's dad and stepmum until we found a house to buy (another bad idea). I had grand ideas of becoming a Virtual Assistant but that never came to pass, and I even had some legal secretary job offers which I managed to spectacularly self-sabotage. In the end we bought a house and I bounced between low paid cleaning jobs until lockdown in 2020.
We had DD in early 2021. DD has had health issues from birth and started having seizures at 4 months old. She takes medication and is currently seizure free but nobody knows what the future holds. I am living in limbo, waiting for a new kind of seizure or problem to appear and turn everything upside down again.
I have been a SAHM to DD since she was born and she is due to start her funded hours at nursery in the next few months. Her behaviour has become increasingly challenging, which is totally normal for her age, but I'm really struggling to cope. Almost every day I wish I wasn't a mum and I am hanging on for dear life for her to go to nursery just for breathing space.
Over the past 5 years, my mental health has chipped away into nothing. DD's health had me dreaming of suicide for a while. Everyday I go over and over how I've fucked up and how much I've wasted and it is eating me alive.
I don't know where to start to try and pull myself out of this. I want my identity back. I want to feel happy again, not like my soul has been sucked dry. DH is, and always has been, very supportive and wants to do anything he can to help but I feel like he just doesn't get it. He has always had a full time job. He gets to chat with other adults, feel useful, have breaks, and to go to the goddamn toilet by himself.
I'm sorry this post is so long. I feel pretty desperate right now.