I'm feeling so overwhelmed, sad and anxious.
For context: I have a 18 month old, and work full time (at least 4 days a week in the office). H is also full time, fully remote (and entirely pulls his weight in every way).
Since 2020, a lot has been thrown my way: my mum died within about 8 weeks of a cancer diagnosis, during lockdown (so was difficult to visit, though was with her at the end)- my grandad also died, with his funeral happening the day my mum died (I didn't go, I'd been up all night with her). We (sibling and I) had to clear the whole house to sell it and settle probate. Her lovely partner then had a stroke and has been fundamentally changed by it. Sibling moves to other side of the world. Alongside all of this, I started a new qualification (full time, workplace based so was working alongside studying) and moved cities (with H). We got a dog, and got married. We then got pregnant and had our child- who came premature and as a result we were in hospital for 8 days (without H, so I slept probably about 6 hours across those 8 days). We were living about 500 miles from closest relatives, so was all on us. Went back to work at 8 months, hit with the nursery bugs. Decided to move closer to the family (his family, mine now being gone/living abroad), but I have to commute 500 miles for several months more or less weekly. This is now done, and we are now full time living in the new city. I have almost finished the qualification but have also started a new full-time job in that profession- so am full time plus writing a thesis.
H's family are lovely and practically offer a lot of help- MiL does some childcare (we pay her) and will do some overnight stays when we need. FiL has helped loads with dog/practicalities of moving house.
But I am still struggling. I thought once we settled I'd be OK, but I am constantly overwhelmed. I feel anxious on my way home every day, anxious what our evening will be like- will DC eat? Tantrum? Sleep? To be fair, he's entirely normal in all these respects (phases of refusing all foods, or waking more) but I don't seem able to cope with it at all. H much better at this- will be stressed in the moment but then lets it go/doesn't worry till it's happening.
I feel alone in these feelings, I feel I am wishing away my life for when I get some "peace" to sit and think (and mourn?). I am wishing away these years for some fictional point where I look forward to coming home and chilling with DC and H, making dinner we all enjoy and watching tv/walking the dog together. At the moment everything always feels it's constantly changing and I can't keep up. I do also have some degree of emetophobia so whenever DC isn't hungry I am at panic stations immediately.
MiL had DC last night for us, but when we collected him told us he's not eaten lunch. I felt such overwhelm that (once we left) I just started crying. H has taken DC to visit FiL and give me some time to collect myself this afternoon.
I know this isn't right, I shouldn't be feeling this way. I don't know what to do - I just want my mum to tell me it's OK. I just want DC to be able to tell me what they want/think/what's wrong. I just want to feel calm.
Someone in my NCT is pregnant with 2nd kid- I thought by now I'd be managing but I feel like I'm drowning with one.
Will it get better?