For most of my life, as far back as I can remember, I have had poor mental health.
From very early childhood I have suffered with very anxious thoughts, various ocd's, panic disorder, low mood, high states of anxiety which has caused me physical as well as mental anguish. I have always felt as though my mind/brain functions differently from others, I don't know how or why but it has always felt that way. It regularly reduces my self esteem to all time lows and leaves me feeling that I have low resilience to the ever day things that life throws at me. Nothing feels easy for me, even putting out the washing is a huge task, a huge effort physically, mentally and emotionally and just knowing that makes me feel useless and a waste of space.
My whole adult life has been about seeking help and advice to try and 'fix' me. I have lost count of the amount of cbt sessions that I have undertaken. I have also seen various counsellors and tried more alternative forms of therapy such as emdr, tapping and hypnotherapy through to sound baths, bowen technique, reflexology and acupuncture etc. Basically, in my pursuit of happiness I have spent money on these things in the same way friends and family would spend on holidays etc. Yet here I am at 52 and feeling no better, in fact, thanks to perimenopause, losing my job and dealing with elderly parents, one of whom suffers from Alzheimer's, is just about finishing me off right now.
I have recently tried going down a different path of therapy in the form of Acceptance Therapy and lived in the hope that allowing this to wash over me and accept this is who I am may help but it doesn't. I suppose it is because I am probably still resistant to it. But the truth is that I don't want to accept this. Every day causes me turmoil. I have so many physical issues alongside all of this. I just live each day with a mask plastered on my face to look as though I am coping but with the sweet blessed knowledge that I can crawl into bed every day and lay in the dark and not face the world. That is the highlight of each day.
I am slowly giving up hope that I will ever be able to enjoy life in the way those I know without mental health issues. None of these therapies are helping me, no medication helps (SSRI's makes me feel worse, TCA's make me feel like a zombie), no amount of exercising, eating well, never drinking alcohol or caffeine etc.
I have always felt that my mental health and the rest of me are completely out of alignment with each other and fear they will always be, it's a miserable way to live but after fighting it for so long i fear I have no choice but to accept I will always be dominated by my mind.
Does anyone else feel like this?