Thanks for your replies everyone, and I'm really sorry for appearing to bail on the thread. We currently have DH's best friend staying with us, we haven't seen him in three or four years as he lives overseas. He's lovely, easy company, but I'm finding it hard to keep up socially. Massive introvert + anxiety + head all over the place... so I've stayed home alone today while they go out and meet up with people for dinner and fun times.
Anyway, I've been thinking a lot about what you've all said. I spent an entire day exploring work / training possibilies, but turned up nothing that didn't have some very tricky obstacles (financial, geographical, qualifications-wise, etc). I won't give up yet though. I just haven't found what I'm looking for yet (actually, I don't know what I'm looking for).
For those asking - my degrees are all in English Literature, which is actually quite problematic when it comes to retraining; as a subject it's far less transferable than I thought, except for a narrow selection of things I absolutely do not want to do (teaching, marketing, sales...). However, I couldn't afford to do a second Master's anyway, so that's actually a moot point.
Because of this thread, I see with total clarity now that my past is going to keep bubbling up and causing problems whenever something bad happens. And thanks to infertility, that bad thing is happening more or less constantly, so it's no wonder I'm feeling so fragile. The failed IVF was a major trigger, and I'm not going to try again with that until I'm in a much better place mentally. I still don't know if getting there will involve therapy, because despite all you've said, everything in me screams no. I'm pretty much terrified of it. Whenever therapy is suggested I frantically start trying to minimise my problems.
scattercusion thanks for the insight, and also here
Your description of the various mental conflicts I'm inhabiting is completely spot on. I'd love to know how therapy manages to solve / resolve them. Maybe I could write them out at length to myself, as a way of exploring it without the danger of opening up to someone I don't trust.
ultrathule and skiptonlass - you're right, academia is shit and perhaps I had a lucky escape. It took me a good few years of feeling like a total, unforgiveable fuck-up before I was able to frame that thought, but yes. Thank you for reminding me that the glorious careers I imagine my peers to be enjoying are actually probably rather fraught and stressful and claustrophobic however brimming with confidence and personal fulfilment and productivity and sheer contentment they seem on facebook. I know the score, because my DH is an academic himself. I hear and understand DH's complaints and the things he has to put up with. I suppose part of me is always thinking 'ok but at least you have a job' though. Which is ridiculous, because there's no way I would be able to do what he does. And without his job we'd be living in the car. Self-pity really is abominable.
simone I can't be too specific about the dream job for fear of outing myself, but it involved books and it was in London. There's absolutely no way I could get something like that again, for lots of reasons. It seems a lifetime ago. Thanks for sharing your impressions of therapy, and how it helped you. I will steal the line about switching one's mind off and trying to heal in other ways. I like to swim, and to garden, and that has been helpful in the past. I started yoga and did enjoy it; there was a voice somewhere in there though, asking wtf I thought I was doing - 'you're not a yoga type, you're way too self-destructive, stop kidding yourself'. I guess I can add that to my list of inner conflicts.
Funny you should mention Mad Men. I haven't seen the current series, but have the rest on DVD. I have often, strongly related to Don Draper. I know that sounds very silly. I have a lot of identity issues because of being lied to about my dad, but also because my mother was always fabricating family history and changing our names constantly, and moving around the country all the time, and lying about anything to anyone. As a kid I would dread being asked a) what my name was, and b) where I was from. There's a Mad Men episode that ends with Don trick-or-treating with his family, a woman opens the door and asks 'And who are you?' and he just freezes. And then 'Where is love?' comes on. Ugh, it got to me. BUT ANYWAY, yes, the self-sabotaging instinct is very strong in me.
Someone (sorry I forget who) expressed surprise that I sound as together as I do. That's obviously a good thing, but the reality is that after eating disorders and self-harm in my teens and early twenties, I discovered alcohol (with which I still struggle, though thankfully I've learned how to live sober and only drink occasionally now - when I do it's always a binge though). I also have anxiety problems and, obviously, bouts of depression, and am a textbook definition of a burn-out. God, just writing this paragraph out makes it obvious I need therapy.
This has been very rambling, I'm sorry.
to all who replied, I'm really very grateful for your insight and encouragement.