I guess I'm writing this because I'm crying my eyes out and so is my 10 month old son. I should be putting him to sleep nicely like a good mum but I'm so exhausted and on the brink of screaming at him, so just plonked him in bed and he's been crying ever since.
I also have a nearly 6 year old daughter and I am not coping with either of them to be honest.. I never did cope with being a mum but over the past few months it has gotten so bad that I've been experiencing deep depressions and 'psychotic' thoughts, barely able to talk to anyone or do anything, let alone parent. It makes me want to die. I just hate my life. I can't make it work and I can't cope with the house, the kids, the isolation.. I can barely manage school runs and although it was the first day back today which I managed I'm absolutely dreading the morning. My anxiety has led me to have panic attacks at the school before and it's horrendous. My partner works away for 4-5 days at a time and by the time he comes home I am a wreck and don't want to even be near him. My whole life seems to be in the shitter and my relationship is suffering. I am suffering. I just don't know what to do any more. I've struggled with mental health and exhaustion and ever since I can remember and in recent years have developed fibromyalgia to the point where I was hospitalised and disabled for a time. 'treatments' just dont work. They don't change my life after all. They don't help do the dishes when I'm exhausted and in pain. They don't get me a drink when I'm barely able to look after myself and wasting away. I am so miserably unhappy most of the time and I just can't bare another day. I should never have had kids and although my son was planned I regret it wholeheartedly. I regret having them both even though they're good kids. I feel I could fall to the floor with exhaustion but there are too many things that need doing, bottles, lunch box, more cleaning.. I'm always behind. I don't have friends and although my family helps out with the kids it doesnt matter. Even on the odd occasion I get a whole night to myself and can get myself feeling a bit better I just fall to the bottom of the pit again when they're home. I feel too young to think that my life is just over. There is no part of me that exists, except being mum. I'm ranting and just typing but I don't know what else to do. Most of the time I would call samaritans tbh. I get to the point where Im at the brink and have nowhere to turn. I know nothing you can say in reply to this will help. But just wanted to feel like I could say all this.