WhimSenior Contributor
Hello,
Hi all.
It's been a while since I last posted. My hubby left yesterday for work, and I awoke yesterday in tears at the idea of him going. We are a FIFO family, with a six year old boy, a dog, and the usual family stuff that goes on, making the cogs turn, even if we don't always want them to.
I thought I had my depression and anxiety under control, on yet another drug, for a short while, but am now not so sure. To give anyone who hasn't heard from me before, I am early forties, a daughter, a Mum, a wife, and I hope a friend.
I have MJD and Anxiety. I've struggled I believe since my 11's or 12's, sent to boarding school and reacting very badly to absent parents. In the last 20 years I have pinged and ponged between accepting my depression and not. the irony is I am a mental health therapist. Oh! The irony!
I'm seeing a really good clin psych, but he is challenging me. He wants me to give up my hard-core meds that I have due to 2 back surgeries, which I keep to end it. That's what makes him good I guess, able to hit the core of the issue. I constantly think about the end, and yet my biggest fear is leaving my beautiful boy. Tonight, my son couldn't find me, I was out back hanging out washing, and only 30 seconds passed before I reached his calls but he was in tears. He said that he thought I had left. He looked at me and said that he knew I was going to die, and that he would be half my age when I do, and that he would cry at my grave. I was floored. I believe in other senses, and fear he sees something real. And yet it's ALL such a juxtaposition, because I have such a relationship with the idea of the end, and yet, when my boy is grief stricken at the idea of my death, I feel so sad.
As is probably obvious, I'm a very confused person! I'm so lonely, so confused, and so sad. I know many of you will get that.... I so wish that I didn't feel the stigma of MI, and again I know you will understand that. We changed our private health about 3 years ago to not include MI hospitalisation etc, and yet I know I need it. I am a grumpy, self-absorbed, self-hitting person who doesn't know how to get thorugh a day. The irony.... I've given others on this amazing site advice, but right now I'm reeling. I just don't know what to do.
I'm been wondering whether to post this or not. I've decided to do so, because even one reply will mean so much. I don't know how to stop this spiral, and it's a pulling one.
Please know that even if I can't support you right now, I'm thinking of you all.
Whim x