Yes I’m depressed and yes I’m seeking treatment. This is really just me writing down my feelings in the hope it will lift even a tiny weight from my shoulders.
Is it normal to feel like this? Like you just cannot face one more day of sleep deprivation, mess, whinging, every little thing being made as difficult and time consuming as possible? My body is knackered from never resting or sleeping, lugging car seats around, pushing prams and lifting kids in and out of chairs/baths/cars. Mentally I’m utterly drained and sick of the sound of my own voice telling them not to do something, or not to break something, or not to hurt each other. My entire life is childcare from the moment I open my eyes to the moment I close them, only to be forced awake an hour later.
I wake up and just don’t want to get out of bed in the morning. I love them both and they’re not actually difficult kids but I honestly can’t see how anyone enjoys this. I’m a shell of the person I used to be.