Posting this because I am utterly exhausted of everything being so hard, all the time. It would be amazing if anyone has any shared experience and can offer any insights or advice.
I am late-30’s, mother of two, married, recently unemployed. Since the age of around 14, I have gone through periods of severe anxiety and depression. I have spent thousands of pounds on therapy, CBT, hypnotherapy, EFT, mindfulness, people-centred, the lot. This seems to help, for a short period, but once the support dries up and the buzz wears off, I sink again.
The past 10 years, my anxiety has manifested as agoraphobia, as with my IBS, I have been caught short on several occasions and live in constant fear of it happening again. This means intense fear whenever I have to go anywhere outside of my ‘safe zone’ or where I don’t know whether there will be toilets. As you can imagine, this is extremely debilitating and just exhausting.
Despite this, I do get out and about, I take my kids out, go to school concerts, drive to see the in-laws. But every time I do, I suffer days of anxiety, preparation, panic, starving myself and laxatives, and the whole time I am white-knuckling, gritting my teeth through the occasion until I can get home again.
Even when home, I get periods of terrible melancholy where I have brain-fog, migraines, disassociation, fear of losing my mind. My self-esteem and confidence are in shreds, which as you might be able to imagine makes job-hunting difficult.
My parents both died when I was in my teens/early 30’s, and my only friends live hundreds of miles away, so I have no support network. Never get a break.
I go through cycles of being ‘on,’ performing well, getting housework done, being cheerful, able to get out and about and make plans without too much panic. Then I will nosedive and be so poorly I cannot get out of bed. This cycle has been going on for YEARS.
I have tried citalopram and serteraline, these don’t seem to help long-term and kill my libido.
A therapist recently suggested I have autism, which makes an awful lot of sense, but I’m a bit worried if this is the case because it means that I am terminal and destined to be miserable through my whole life.
My relationship is suffering because of this. DH is now also the only breadwinner so works long hours while I carry the full mental load of home and kids. I can’t stand the thought of being romantic and intimate when I am so overloaded and this makes us draw away from one another, which is incredibly lonely.
I am practicing gratitude, mindfulness, trying to look on the positive side, keeping busy and exercising, honestly I am trying so fucking hard but I feel like I am just wearing a clown mask.
I see so many posts like this and it makes me so sad. I just want to have some self-esteem, do activities with my family without it being an ordeal, feel happy, feel calm, have fun occasionally. Have a job, enjoy it, work hard. Love my DH and feel he loves me.
If anyone is out the other side and can offer any advice I would be grateful.