Just a bit of context to my late night pondering.
TW discussion of mental health and baby loss.
I met my current partner at the beginning of 2022. We worked together. I got the job at the same place as him after being in a really really bad relationship. Something that really messed me up. It ended in him moving across the world and me losing a pregnancy. I believe my last partner was one of those relationships where you learn alot about yourself and about life and love. It broke my heart. I felt that myself and my current partner got into a situationship incredibly quickly. I wasn't comfortable or even in the right head space. I've just been brought up in a way that I find it hard to say no. I don't truly believe I was ready but he said all the right things and made all the right promises. We met January 2022 and by march he had moved into my place. There wasn't much conversation to this, he just kindve brought things every now and then when he stayed over and it just become the norm that we would go to work together and come home together. He's fun, well he was fun. We used to laugh and I used to cook for us and we'd watch movies. It was quite nice in the beginning. Like having a friend who lived with me. I felt like I could fall in love with this person but a month after he moved in I started to get really poorly. I stopped eating. I stopped sleeping. The bad thoughts just kept running through my mind. I ended up in hospital atleast twice every month. With malnutrition, with dehydration, with panic attacks. I just felt like I lost myself. It's crazy because my previous partner was the one who I feel would be the reason I would break. The way he treated me, spoke to me, hurt me but no. The man who I believed was sweet was around and it seemed I was hitting this life crisis which has almost killed me. Doctors and nurses started refusing him entry into my wards, they would question me each time I attended about whether I was safe or if I was in an abusive relationship. Which at first made me incredibly angry. Of course not. He was sweet and he was always around because he loved me and was worried about me...but..why am I having this crisis? Why did multiple people, at completely different times and places assume he was abusive. What was I portraying, what was he portraying?
I know this is all a mad mess of a ramble but I can't help but think as I sit here on my sitting room floor with countless anti anxiety and anti sickness medications, could this all be caused by me feeling trapped in a relationship? I should be happy. I should feel love towards him. Why am I so sad? Why am I punishing my body, why am I feeling so ill and hopeless everyday? I'm 30 next month. Is this just a life crisis? What's wrong with me 😭