I'm 40. I'm a single mum of two boys aged 8 and 10. I run my own small,
home based business. I have "Depression" well that's the word I use. My
last counsellor didn't like to "label". I was first diagnosed with
Depression when I was 16. I had my ups ...
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I'm 40. I'm a single mum of two boys aged 8 and 10. I run my own small,
home based business. I have "Depression" well that's the word I use. My
last counsellor didn't like to "label". I was first diagnosed with
Depression when I was 16. I had my ups and down throughout my life.
Always dropping into "Depression" when things got hard. I've done the
meds, I've done so many different forms of counselling. Things got bad
when I became a mum. Things got worse when I split from my husband when
the boys were 1 & 3. I've been fighting hard ever since. I haven't been
suicidal for a good 5 years. I'm better than I've ever been. I've let go
of the past so that no longer feeds my Depression. As I started to get
better from the Depression I started having Anxiety attacks. The doctor
explain that it's "all on the same continuum". When my kids dad left
town and stop regular fortnightly access I started having panic attacks,
that was 2 years ago. I "manage" it all fairly well. I've got
strategies, I can pick myself up and keep going. I can "function" BUT I
can't stand this pain any more. The pain in my heart. The loneliness.
The emptiness. I use all sorts of new age stuff too to "change my
thinking", "be positive" but I can't change the fact that I am
absolutely on my own. I've got friends, those that are still around are
in the same position as me so that can't support me. They are actually
worse so I tend to support them, although at least they understand. The
rest just walk away with "too hard", "too emotional". "too demanding"
etc etc. I spent years tring to "fix". I've come to terms with the fact
I don't fix so I've given up trying. "I'll just be me and the right
people will come into my life". There are people around me that care but
none of them know the truth. None of them know my heart or my head. No
one knows how much I cry. No one knows how much it hurts. I want help. I
want a solution. I'm sick of "talking". I'm sick of fighting just to
keep my head up, just to function. I really do understand why people
kill themselves. My thoughts are there but I know it's no out either as
I believe you just have to come back and do it all again anyways so I
mose well try and figure it out now rather than passing on the legacy to
my kids and the pain to those that I know love me, those that logically
I know would feel my loss. I don't even have the hate any more to want
them to suffer, which also sucks. At least back then there was some
pleasure at the thought that I could hurt them as much as they hurt me.
Why do I feel so empty. So Unloved. I just want someone to love me.
Really love and value me. My kids do as kids do but I want what I give
to my kids. My mum loves me, I know she does "in her own way". She's a
better mum than her mum was. I'm a better mum than my mum is but my
family is messed up. She doesn't understand me, I've tried to talk to
her. I've tried to talk to people but I just can't find a way to
permanently get out of this shithole. No matter how "good" I get. No
matter what I do. I keep coming back here. I don't stay as long, I get
out quicker, I stay out longer. It's less debilitating and affects my
life less. BUT I'm so flippen sick and tired of being here. I'm so tired
of fighting. I feel so trapped, so alone with no solution. No out...
Just time, working hard and fighting, always fighting to get just that
little bit better, that little bit more stable.