I have no one to talk to about this other then you guys. My one friend I went thru the whole A with, and helped me has distanced herself. My wh I can't even look at, sleep with, I don't desire him what so ever. I could care less what time he came home at night if it wasn't for our 3 kids. I bounce between numb and anger like I'm a bouncy ball. And this overwhelming feeling of being broken is crushing me. I don't know what I want anymore. Sometimes I just want to leave, pack a bag and start over. Something new and a fresh start, but alone. I know I couldn't leave my babies for a long period of time, but that doesn't stop me from visualizing it.
How did I ever get more broken then I already was? I didn't even know it was possible. The pain I felt during his A was nothing like what I've ever felt, it was heart wrenching, struck at my core, wanting to physically hurt my self broken pain. But this is different, I don't know how to describe it other then feeling broken and alone and overwhelming. I know I've said for the past couple of months I'd be leaving once I was done with school. So is this brokeness grief, or what? I can still feel a small part of me holding on to hope, that won't go away for along time, especially while living together. I know that. But why all of a sudden do I feel so broken and overwhelmed. Dday1 antiversary isn't for a few more weeks, and it doesn't feel like the antiversary pain I've had in the past. It's just different!
Thanks for reading along and letting me get some of this out. I have no one else to turn to anymore but you guys.
You are in a deep depression. I am in the process of pulling myself out of one. My IC gave me 2 weeks to do it before meds are brought in. I know it hurts to get out of bed, believe me, I know. Like you, if it weren't for getting my kids to school I wouldn't even bother getting up at all. S my counselor gave me goals. When I drop the kids at school, I don't go home. Even if it's just sitting int he car in an empty parking lot and listening to music, I am not to go straight home. I am going out and doing things. Saturday I went to a movie by myself. Sunday morning I went to a new church I had been wanting to try by myself. I am a week into it. I do feel better. Getting up still hurts, but not as bad. I have started caring about myself again. It's hard, I know. But for your kids you can't let yourself fall any deeper.
Please, if you haven't done so already, get into IC. And don't be afraid to ask for help.
This very much sounds like depression and as the others have said, please, if you only manage to get out of the house one time during the week, make it for an IC or Dr's appointment - they are there to help you and they CAN help you, but you need to ask.
I can relate to this; I had a break down 11 years ago and found the depression as near as damnitt paralysing - the trouble is, from the outside you appear perfectly healthy. I'm not into drug medication myself, so with the help of my very switched on Doc, I found an excellent counsellor, who gently brought me back into the land of the living.
Broken? Yes. Fixable? YES!!!
((Thinking of you))
The truth hurts, but nowhere near as much as the lies
And yes I have dealt with depression and anxiety for a long time, Anxiety most my life. I've done the meds thing and it only made it worse. I need to find another way out of this without meds if possible. I just can't go back to them yet, they made me so out of it and barely able to function. So I'm just going to have to push myself thru this and hope I can get into ic sooner then expected