Have name changed for this.
Don't know where to start, really. I just know I'm not coping well at all, with life generally. I have what feels like a very weak grip on it at the moment.
Four-year-old DS and I have had a tough few years, which have seen a relatively stable family unit and financial security turned completely upside down, traumatically.
It's been just DS and I for a while now, although he sees his dad regularly. I miss DS when he's with his dad, and he doesn't even go off with him for long yet, being very young and liking to be close to his mum all the time.
I have been lucky enough to go out a few times this week with friends, and DS hates it. He says I'm going out too much and should be with him all the time; should never leave. I feel so responsible for his happiness and keeping him secure and enjoying life, which can feel suffocating, not least because I am not achieving these things for myself.
Now being on my own, I find I stay up too late at night in order to just about keep on top of chores, get DS's school bits ready for the next day, try to spend some time working out what happens next WRT to finances, work, etc - and, if I'm lucky, have a few minutes of quiet time to wind down myself. Then I can't get up in the morning. This morning a wake-up call: DS laying next to me in bed for nearly two hours begging me to get up, telling me he feels lonely and has no one to play with, and eventually kicking me and hitting himself in frustration. But I just couldn't get up. And when I did get up, my temper was so foul I had to have a good go at the punch bag in the hall which is there for DS to vent on. He must have felt terrified.
My feelings of failure and inadequacy as a parent and as a functioning adult are overwhelming. I feel like family dysfunction personified - and I never, ever imagined this would be my life. DS must be considerably fucked up as a result of what he's been through, and on account of the stresses and strains and instability still in our lives, and I'm finding it intolerable to live with this thought - and the responsibility of trying to restabilise him when I feel derailed myself. He deserves so, so much better.
At times like these, I don't want to be alive. I find life too much, overwhelming: the sense of failure, the massive amount of stuff to sort out in breaking apart a family unit and becoming financially independent, DS wanting me to play with him constantly, the emotional wrench of being less a part of DS's life because of school/my increased work commitments/time with his dad - oh, the years ahead of regularly sending DS off to his dad to live a life wholly separate from me. I just can't face it. I have no energy or enthusiasm for it.
But I can't leave DS. I have been his rock in all the turbulence of the last few years. He's already experienced rejections and losses and feelings of a kind that small children, IMHO, shouldn't have to handle. And so I had the darkest thought the other day that maybe the "kindest" thing would be for us both to not be around anymore. This scares the hell out of me.
What is the way out from this? How do I get back on track with enthusiasm - get a grip on my temper, my emotions, my time management, my energy, my life and in turn DS's life - when it seems so broken; like it could never be good enough again?
Thanks for persevering this far.