my DH has had crippling panic disorder for over 10 years, gets better and worse at times. He's had huge progress recently verging on recovery, certainly a radically different mindset. All down to his hard work.
He's currently living in the town we are moving to soon for 3 days per week, wfh 2 days plus Home for the weekend. He was doing great. It was a big move career wise (partcularly given how much his panic has affected his career and the feelings of inadequacy that cause the panic have also limited his career achievements (wanky phrase) until recently.
We have 2 DC, both preschoolers. I work for myself flexibly PT.
He's just rung in a dreadful state from a service station (on drive back home) after bad week - panic attacks in the office etc.
I just feel so fucking alone in all this shit.
Listened to woman's hour recently about being carer to spouse with MH probs and realised that has been me for over a decade. His parents unhelpful at v best. My mum sympathetic but sees him as weak.
I just feel so fucking alone, sitting here waiting to call him back after prescribed time of listening to a podcast. Bathing my children. I have no escape from this. It's a lonely hell. Sorry to be so dramatic - many have worse.