Hi all,
First forum I ever joined but could do with a diary that gives me a response. Thought this might help. I have suffered on and off with depression all my life. Had a break down at 23 years old and teeter on the edge recently to falling into the pit again.
I live with my 6 yr old daughter and my boyfriend of 4 yrs. I left her dad when she was 2 as he was working away all week then drinking and taking drugs every weekend in our home. It wasn't a decision I took lightly. I never wanted my daughter to have a broken family like I did and I thought we were for ever.
I had the wicked step mother, have been sexually assaulted as a child, my mother was raped in our home and went on to have one night stands with guys from chat lines!
My breakdown was at work when I worked as a nursery nurse. In front of colleagues and children. When I was in that place I would run away at night and hide in the wood, curl up in a duvet and not come out, go where ever I could to feel safe and have nothing around me.
I'm telling you this so you have some understanding of who I am.
At the moment I am bouncing from just about ok to putting on the best act of being ok I can manage. But I'm not ok. I,m going through the motions and constantly thinking "I don't want to do this" " I don't want to be here" "I don't want to talk to you"
My boyfriend doesn't understand depression. I've given him literature and talked to him. I think it scares him.
I love my daughter more than life itself, literally. And she has no idea how many times her existence has saved my life.
I have had counselling galore. Been on medication most of my adult life. I am currently in the process of withdrawing because I saw a Christmas photo I didn't like. The tablets have made me gain around 2 stone over 2 years. I have always had issues with my weight and was bulimic as a teenager and young adult.
I don't see my dad because he is under thumb and still lives with the wicked step mother. I don't see my mum because .......... I don't know. I didn't live with her growing up so she has never felt like my mother. I have lived with her twice for a year or so each time. She isn't like a mother. I feel ambivalent towards her but at the same time I call her mum and reply to her texts because I don't want to hurt her feelings.
I'm babbling. I have discussed all of this so much, I don't feel anything about it any more. I just feel numb. That's part of the problem. I get very little enjoyment out of anything.
Please tell me you know what I mean. X