I'm sitting in a cafe this morning alone. I feel like running away. Just had enough.
We're supposed to leave on holiday at noon.
I could cry sitting here. I'm not a crier.
It's not 'bad'. There's no abuse of any kind. I just feel like the family slave.
DD1 is autistic. DH works insane hours in the Spring. My Dad has been in hospital in June. MIL has been in hospital in June.
I feel like everything is on my shoulders. I'm the 'last grown-up'. I have to organise everything and then check everyone has done what I need them to do. I can't rely on anyone to just bloody do stuff.
I'm on my sixth type of AD - Paraoxitine (sp?). I didn't have mental health issues before I was a mother. I managed 36 years of life without needing counselling or ADs.
I'm a teacher and the summer holidays started last Friday. I'm not looking forward to anything. It's just more weeks of stuff I need to do.