Hello everybody,
Recently I felt like I woke up from a 5 years long dream and I'm furious with myself, my husband and my son.
Before I got pregnant with my son (6 years ago) I had a great career as an journalist and I was extremely happy with that. My love life was shit, so my career was the most important thing to me.
I met my husband when I was 29 (now I'm 35) and I got pregnant unexpectedly after only 9 months. When I found out I was pregnant, I was so afraid that I'm going to be a bad mother (just like my mom), that I've dismissed myself as a person completely and I started to live, breath, think for my son only. My husband (only partner back then) lived in a different city, so I left everything behind and I moved in with him. He had a great job there and I knew that he might not find something similar in my city. I was just about to get a promotion, but who cared. I was going to have a baby. After he was born, I was a stay at home mum until he was 18 months, but when we tried nursery, he got really, really sick, so we took him out and tried again when he was 2y3m old.
In that city there were zero opportunities for me to continue my career, so I had to do something completely different, but I was great at that too and after just 6 months I was about to become a partner.
But my husband got a great job in the UK (we were living somewhere else in Europe) and we moved here.
My son was 3. He didn't know any English, he became very depressed and we decided that it's better for him to attend nursery for only 3 hours/day (the cost of nurseries was also a factor). So I ended up being a stay at home mum for another year.
When he started reception I started working as a book editor for a neighbour of mine. I felt like a real person for the first time in a long time. Six months later my husband got another much better job in another city in UK. I was furious, but I knew that the job he had was making him unhappy, he was overqualified for it, and this other one was better paid and much more interesting, so we went for it. The book editing job died.
That was 6 months ago. When we moved here I became very depressed and didn't feel like looking for a job anymore. I want to start my own business as a consultant, I don't want to be tied up by a place anymore because I'm afraid that I would have to give up on that again.
The problem is I became depressed, I started smoking cigarrettes (I was a heavy smoker before I got pregnant), I gained a lot of weight and I feel hopeless. Not the right state of mind and lifestyle when you want to start a business.
My husband is encouraging me to start the business, but I consume my energy with thoughts of anger, regret and frustration. I feel like I'm waking up from a long dream. I went to sleep as a beautiful, strong, independent woman and I woke up, 6 years later, a fat, depressed, scared, angry one. Sometimes I feel I hate my husband and my son because I sacrificed so many years for them and I feel I didn't get anything in return.
Where do I start? What do I do with this feelings?