Bexybun
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(Please do not feel the need to answer this if you can't be bothered, I apologise for it being so very long, but I mainly just need to get it all out.)
I'm so lonely. I'm so very very very lonely.
I don't feel like I have anyone who I can really talk to. I have plenty of friends, but I'm not really close enough to any of them to explain what's happening to me at the moment. No one fully knows the extent of my past depression, and I don't have any friends who have experienced it so even if I told them, they probably wouldn't get it anyway. When I've tried to explain some of it before, I've always gotten the same bemused looks, a pause and then “Oh well, you'll feel better soon”.
I can't talk to family because, what with Amelia and this new baby, they'll just worry that I can't cope. My Dad turns 70 next month, and he's had to worry about me since I was a child; my mum died when I was 10, then I became an angry, argumentative, sullen teenager, then a depressive, self-harming teenager, then got pregnant by my abusive boyfriend, then became a single mum at 21. He finally thinks I'm doing fine, I can't tell him I feel more depressed than ever. I can't talk to my step-mum or sister, because with the best intentions, they'll tell Dad.
I can't talk to Brett, because he's part of the problem. Last year he cheated on me, and while I have agreed to forgive him and move on, it's not that easy to let go. Every day I think about it, and every day I wonder if this will be the day I break down and realize I can't cope with it anymore. 90% of the day I just get on with it, and you can only tell it's there if you look really hard, like cracks in a vase that's been glued back together. But the other 10%, it hits me like the moment I found out all over again, and I'm crippled by the pain of it. We argue constantly at the moment, and though we both know it's not helped by my runaway hormones and the fact that I don't have my usual stress buffers, good old alcohol and nicotine, we can't seem to stop ourselves. And every argument is tearing us further and further down the middle, until there's nothing left holding us together. And sometimes I wonder if I only stayed with him for the sake of Amelia- he's not her biological Dad, and what breaks my heart about us splitting up is that I brought them into each other's lives, just to tear them apart. That thought scares me enough to stay together- I couldn't split them up, they adore each other. But surely that's not right, is it?
Then add to that the fact that my job is really suffering at the moment (we can't afford childcare, and Brett's family having been looking after Amelia while I work, but now a lot of them can't), Brett's job doesn't pay nearly enough and he was promised a pay-rise that never materialized, terrifying money worries about when baby comes, family stresses and my constantly poor health (depression, anxiety attacks, IBS, plantar facitis, asthma, migraines), I just don't know how much longer I can cope before I break. I can barely be bothered to get out of bed at the moment, the only thing getting me up is knowing Amelia needs me. I can't go back on anti-depressants, I worked so hard to get off them and can't admit that kind of failure, it would kill me. I have no energy to do anything, I feel lost and scared and so very sad, and I just want to go home to my parents house and rest, safe in the knowledge that they're looking after Amelia and I can just sleep.
I'm so lonely. I'm so very very very lonely.
I don't feel like I have anyone who I can really talk to. I have plenty of friends, but I'm not really close enough to any of them to explain what's happening to me at the moment. No one fully knows the extent of my past depression, and I don't have any friends who have experienced it so even if I told them, they probably wouldn't get it anyway. When I've tried to explain some of it before, I've always gotten the same bemused looks, a pause and then “Oh well, you'll feel better soon”.
I can't talk to family because, what with Amelia and this new baby, they'll just worry that I can't cope. My Dad turns 70 next month, and he's had to worry about me since I was a child; my mum died when I was 10, then I became an angry, argumentative, sullen teenager, then a depressive, self-harming teenager, then got pregnant by my abusive boyfriend, then became a single mum at 21. He finally thinks I'm doing fine, I can't tell him I feel more depressed than ever. I can't talk to my step-mum or sister, because with the best intentions, they'll tell Dad.
I can't talk to Brett, because he's part of the problem. Last year he cheated on me, and while I have agreed to forgive him and move on, it's not that easy to let go. Every day I think about it, and every day I wonder if this will be the day I break down and realize I can't cope with it anymore. 90% of the day I just get on with it, and you can only tell it's there if you look really hard, like cracks in a vase that's been glued back together. But the other 10%, it hits me like the moment I found out all over again, and I'm crippled by the pain of it. We argue constantly at the moment, and though we both know it's not helped by my runaway hormones and the fact that I don't have my usual stress buffers, good old alcohol and nicotine, we can't seem to stop ourselves. And every argument is tearing us further and further down the middle, until there's nothing left holding us together. And sometimes I wonder if I only stayed with him for the sake of Amelia- he's not her biological Dad, and what breaks my heart about us splitting up is that I brought them into each other's lives, just to tear them apart. That thought scares me enough to stay together- I couldn't split them up, they adore each other. But surely that's not right, is it?
Then add to that the fact that my job is really suffering at the moment (we can't afford childcare, and Brett's family having been looking after Amelia while I work, but now a lot of them can't), Brett's job doesn't pay nearly enough and he was promised a pay-rise that never materialized, terrifying money worries about when baby comes, family stresses and my constantly poor health (depression, anxiety attacks, IBS, plantar facitis, asthma, migraines), I just don't know how much longer I can cope before I break. I can barely be bothered to get out of bed at the moment, the only thing getting me up is knowing Amelia needs me. I can't go back on anti-depressants, I worked so hard to get off them and can't admit that kind of failure, it would kill me. I have no energy to do anything, I feel lost and scared and so very sad, and I just want to go home to my parents house and rest, safe in the knowledge that they're looking after Amelia and I can just sleep.
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