Please don’t flame me for first world problems as I know what this sounds like. Probably going to be a longish rambling post so sorry about that too. Only read if you understand how irrational brains can be.
Have suffered from depression since age 12, only diagnosed at around 25 years old. Then developed anxiety too. Also have ADHD which was only diagnosed recently. I take medication for anxiety and my depression has subsided a lot after therapy and getting my life on track (for context I used to have suicidal thoughts almost daily and it’s now a couple of times a year when I’m extremely tired/stressed and passes quickly).
About 7 years ago I went back to college and retrained in a new career which I love, and despite my training being interrupted horribly by Covid, lockdowns etc, I have finally established myself in this job, my DH has a good FT WFH job, and I only need to work 3 days a week. No kids. My parents are extremely fit and active 70ish year olds who live around the corner and I’m close with them but they have v busy lives.
One issue with my job is that despite the fact that I love it, I still haven’t fully got over PTSD from a previous, totally unrelated but stressful job that made me ill. So, despite enjoying my work and it not being stressful any more, my brain/body won’t accept this so I throw up and get IBS symptoms on work mornings. I have tried lots of things to try and help this including hypnotherapy but I can’t quite get it to go.
The above means that I still “dread” work days on some level and “treasure” my days off and evenings as the holy grail of good times. But I’m finding myself a bit lost on my days off when DH works . I’m not sure what to do with all this time. So I end up glued to the sofa, surfing Mumsnet and binge watching old sitcoms, almost wishing the time away until 5 when DH finishes work and we can spend time together, eat our tea, settle in and watch a film/TV/play games/chat etc.
I need to force myself to be motivated on my days off. There are a million things I could do. I do no exercise. I have no real hobbies. I find meal planning and cooking a chore. I struggle to exist by myself.
God this is so muddled and I don’t know what I’m even asking. I just feel lost and like I’m wasting my entire life, just wasting it. But I don’t know what I want to do. So I do nothing. It’s hard to get across how scared and upset it makes me feel.
I feel like all my life I’ve struggled through money worries and job stresses and relationship woes and loneliness and trying to get a good career and a house etc and now I have all of this it doesn’t feel like it should ie happiness. I don’t feel happy even though on paper I should be the happiest fucking woman on the planet. And that makes me hate myself.
I just wonder if I’m incapable of being happy.