CherpieusSenior Contributor
The black dog is back
Hi there,
This is my first time here and I'm not sure where to start.
I've read a number of posts and I am astounded by so many peoples courage in the face of mental illness and distressful life situations.
I'm 41 and have had 4 bouts of depression in my life. I'm currently in my fourth now. The first was when I was 23 and I recovered with counselling and without medication. The second was post natal depression after I had twins when I was 25 and I recovered with medication and counselling. The third was 8 years ago when I went through a divorce. This was the worst. I was suicidal and was in hospital. I recovered with medication and counselling. I stabalised for about 6 years on one medication. I felt reasonable enough to live and I met a wonderful man who I fell in love with and we got married.
Over the last 6 months I've gone down hill. I've been back to see my GP who changed my medication although it hasn't improved things. I'm waiting to get in to see a psychiatrist to see what more can be done with medication. I am now so depressed.
I tried to share my feelings with my husband and he got upset and has withdrawn from me emotionally and physically. I feel terrible that I've upset him and I feel like he has no respect or love for me now. I have no friends as I lost them all in my divorce.
My mum is dying of a brain tumor and I support my Dad by being with him at the nursing home 3 days a week. I work full time (Sunday to Thursday). I have 15 year old twins (girl / boy) who live with us 50% of the time. I have a step son who is 20 and has just gotten married and they live with us too. I have a step daughter who is 24 and has a 3 year old girl - they don't live with us.
I get no enjoyment out of anything anymore. I cry at least once a day, sometimes more. I've been to so much counselling over the years and have done courses in CBT and DBT. I do all the 'right' things. Exercise, mindfulness, distraction, blah blah blah. Nothing works and nothing helps.
I feel so alone and incapable of making myself better. My husband thinks I should just be 'happy'. If only it was that simple.
I am exhausted from pretending I'm ok. I can't even be myself at home now because of my husband. I don't want to go home.
I'm trying to develop some sort of interest. I play the piano (not very well), do jigsaw puzzles and have started colouring. Again, it doesn't help.
That's all I can cope with writing now. Although it sounds all so depressing at least it's the truth.