When my son is playing and says "Yah! It's a good day today - no-one is crying or mad!" (He's almost five.) ?
When the stretch of time in which I've been rottenly depressed and withdrawn reaches longer than weeks, longer than months, and into years?
When I see my son receiving almost nothing but rejection from me, inexplicable to him after three years of my love? I don't want him to see me upset and sad, but then the side I show him, the cold shoulder, is even worse...
I find myself unable to explain why I can't extricate myself from this mess I've made of my life, and can't help but wonder if the problem is that I don't want this life? Not that I can clearly ascertain what on earth it is I do want. I swear I love my family, yet I treat them negligently.
Look, I'm sorry. I'm all but new here, and I feel like I'm walking into a room full of strangers and asking them to help me. I came to this site briefly when my son was a baby, liked what I saw, but had next to no time for it. Now, I feel lost to the point of desperation, lonely, and obviously guilty as hell. Never mind. I don't even know what I'm asking for. Someone to talk to - who doesn't have the authority to agree with me and remove my son from my care (and me too, since, I'm neglecting myself even worse than I am anyone else). I live in a very small town, and am fairly confident that most doc's would quickly and unthinkingly hand me a prescription. What do I know, anymore? Maybe I need that. Horible, but better than some of the alternatives I can think of.
When the stretch of time in which I've been rottenly depressed and withdrawn reaches longer than weeks, longer than months, and into years?
When I see my son receiving almost nothing but rejection from me, inexplicable to him after three years of my love? I don't want him to see me upset and sad, but then the side I show him, the cold shoulder, is even worse...
I find myself unable to explain why I can't extricate myself from this mess I've made of my life, and can't help but wonder if the problem is that I don't want this life? Not that I can clearly ascertain what on earth it is I do want. I swear I love my family, yet I treat them negligently.
Look, I'm sorry. I'm all but new here, and I feel like I'm walking into a room full of strangers and asking them to help me. I came to this site briefly when my son was a baby, liked what I saw, but had next to no time for it. Now, I feel lost to the point of desperation, lonely, and obviously guilty as hell. Never mind. I don't even know what I'm asking for. Someone to talk to - who doesn't have the authority to agree with me and remove my son from my care (and me too, since, I'm neglecting myself even worse than I am anyone else). I live in a very small town, and am fairly confident that most doc's would quickly and unthinkingly hand me a prescription. What do I know, anymore? Maybe I need that. Horible, but better than some of the alternatives I can think of.











) website of links about depression and its treatment. (I decided he was nice based on his helpful website!) Here is the page from his site on psychotherapy for people with depression:
not sure who coined that phrase but she was right on!
