BELIEVE ME!
I know about being that ultimate coper, not asking for help, stubbornly independent...
DON'T BE ME!
I have serious ocd (contamination relates to abusive childhood, the eldest, always responsible, perfectionism etc)
When I became a single mum
I was hundreds of miles away from family, couldn't afford to move there plus I had other reasons for wanting to stay where I was (job etc)
This meant I had NO support network, I really was doing it alone. Ex was nearby and SUPPOSED to have dd one day a weekend but frequently cancelled/didn't show/turned up hours late - drunk/hungover and no way I was letting him DRIVE dd in that state!
I also pushed myself WAY too hard!
Over the next few years I was all at the same time:
A single mum
Full time student
Part time paid employee
Volunteer employee
NOT recommended.
In addition (due to the ocd) the house and dd were ALWAYS spotless!
Eventually (unsurprisingly really) I succumbed to a full psychotic breakdown (they don't call it that now but it's what lay people understand and makes sense to me)
I had hit a wall.
Long story short mh services had to be involved I was very unwell.
When the crisis team workers came to mine that first day their first comment was
"Wow! This place is spotless considering you've a 6 year old!"
And they later said they knew at that point what the likely dx would be.
But also as they did the assessment which basically involved me telling them all I was doing at that point and they were like - "well no wonder you snapped! That's far too much for anyone to cope with"
But... I didn't know any different.
I'd ALWAYS kept myself "busy" I know now as a way of avoiding confronting all my shit!
As I say PLEASE don't be me.
I had sensed for months that I was depressed, had been fairly certain for years that I had ocd, had been pretty much constantly anxious for the previous 6 months but felt I should just "push through" as that's what I always did.
I was also afraid - partly paranoia partly ex messing with my head!
That if I spoke to the dr or anyone like that about how I was feeling that I'd lose dd and basically be locked up in the proverbial padded cell!
Totally unfounded fears as it turned out.
A social worker did attend as its protocol but while she recognised I was ill and needed support and put me in touch with various groups, she was happy I was caring for dd ok and definitely wouldn't harm her (actually part of my ocd was fear of doing something daft like undercooking food or overloading an electrical socket that would lead to her being ill/hurt).
The rest of mh services, my gp, practise nurse and health visitor all supported me at this time.
As did people I would have referred to as acquaintances prior to this - neighbours, colleagues, fellow students were so lovely and kind to dd and I and helped a lot. From things as simple as sitting having a cuppa and listening to fetching groceries to taking dd to school when I didn't feel confident driving.
I will FOREVER be grateful to those people and they are not only good friends to me now they've stayed in touch with dd too and love following her progress.
You DON'T have to do it all alone.
There's strength and maturity in asking for and accepting help and people feel good about helping others - I've done so when I've been doing better myself (I'm not well right now) and it's so rewarding and satisfying.
There's also strength and maturity in lowering standards as @unicornsarereal72 says
The house/child do NOT need to be spotless at all times, you don't have to cook from scratch every day, you don't have to say yes to every request of help from others, you don't have to be the perfect mum who NEVER loses her patience or screams into a pillow...
You're human.
It sounds trite and cliche but it's true and SO hard to do I know but
Be kind to YOU.
It took me years to get to a point where I don't have the house spotless and felt comfortable saying no to people.
NO mum is perfect - we all have days where we think we have created the demon child from hell! (Mines almost 20 just started uni and STILL drives me nuts at times and she certainly had her moments as a teen that actually made me long for the "easier" terrible twos!)!
But start each day afresh, find something that helps you relax and take care of your health because that really makes a world of difference.
Just prior to breakdown I was basically "working" 12 hour days, barely eating and barely sleeping. Stupid!
Seriously - don't be me