Hello all,
I’m crying while writing this but I’ve accepted I’ve fallen into the deepest depression ever. I never thought it’d happen to me because I’ve always been an optimistic person, the joker in my friendship group, the one everyone comes to for advice, the ‘strong one’ but lately I haven’t been able to get out of bed (in my spare time). I’m a single mum and adore my kids but lately I find motherhood so pointless. I’m not even surprised at the collapsing fertility rates in this country, women are much more aware now about being a mum. My ex cheated on me with multiple women, I thought we had a happy marriage, his mistress has been attacking me for years (and now calling me crying he’s cheated on her too) that I had to do drastic measures to get them to leave me alone. I’ve tried to do everything right, rented out my spare room, got a job (at my kids school no less!), strengthened my friendship groups, dated, lost weight, bought new clothes, am in therapy but…nothing is helping. Maybe it’s growing up finally and realising this is it, this is what adulthood is, this is how life is for many people but from the outside it looks like I’m holding it together but inside I’m not. I don’t see the point of getting up. If I want my mum to babysit I have to pay her. Babysitters are even more expensive. The men I encounter just want to use me for my looks but I want someone to appreciate my essence. So I’ve lost interest in that too. It’s the least of my worries right now. My lodger won’t leave and having her around (she’s the sweetest lady) makes me so irritated for some reason. Trying to move homes but the rental market is brutal on single mothers even though I have two incomes. I try to be a good person, help others, be polite, bring everyone up but inside I’m collapsing. I journal, try to go for walks when the girls dad has them for his weekly 30 minute quality time to prove he’s the dad of the year but even tactics like that don’t work. My gp turned me down for anti depressants. I don’t feel like a solid person. Like everyone is real and their lives are meaningful but not mine. I feel like I’m letting myself down. But the things I want so badly are going to be very hard to get.
has anyone pulled themselves out of a deep slump and if yes how did they do it? Rising costs and the political landscape don’t help rn.