No worries @Bunniekins hope you had a nice visit with your daughter. I just went out for a drive, thought that may help a little.
Three kids hey? Sounds full on. I have my son, and he is the best kid. When I'm managing OK through my depression, I wouldn't dream of doing anything. I do love my son more than anything and he brings me a lot of joy. I've been absolutely terrified as a parent that I will do something wrong, that I will screw up, that I will repeat bad behaviours. I've been trying so hard to be everything he deserves. And yeah, knowing he needs and depends on me definitely rings through when I have those feelings of letting go. It's the reason I'm still here, knowing he needs me. And also wanting to protect him, if I weren't here, where would he end up, who would protect him? It's why I can't let go, I can't do that to him. But, I think it's why sometimes I get so depressed that I can't manage to get out of bed. Because I do, at times, want to give in, but knowing I can't do that makes it incredibly hard to live. Wanting to act on those feelings, wanting relief, but knowing I can't have it, it feels terrible. Yearning for something but knowing you can't have it.
It feels terrible saying this, thinking it, if I didn't have a kid, I'd be able to let go. No guilt, no second guesses, no responsibility. But he is my responsibility, he didn't choose to be here, I'm responsible for him. He deserves a good life, a happy life, the best life I can possibly give him. But if he wasn't here, I wouldn't be here. That feels like both a blessing and a burden. Sometimes I wish I didn't have a reason to live. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to keep going.