i can't do this anymore. that seems like my mantra lately. i. just. can't. do. this.
this being:
*taking care of 2 babes under 2 years old alone for 11 hours a day 4 days a week.
*dealing with my toddler's erratic bedtime, which includes up to 2 hours of yelling/telling/begging her to GO. TO. SLEEP!
*feeling hopeless
*feeling dirty and disgusting (i tore my labia badly and it was not repaired correctly, and i am so alienated from my own body that i can't stand to touch it, even in the shower, without feeling like i will throw up).
*dealing with my MIL coming tomorrow - she told me that my PPD with dd#1 was the result of "not being right with Jesus".
*dealing with my entire family, who promised to help if i the PPD came back with this daughter...and now that it has, no one is willing to help. not even when they know that i'm having a horrible time.
do i need to spell it out to them? i am drowning here. my mother, whom i love dearly and who means well, told me to get on zoloft immediately and buy formula to use in emergencies. both of which i'm not willing to do right now (well, the formula never, the zoloft perhaps).
*sigh*
i just feel like giving up. like admitting myself somewhere, because the intrusive thoughts i'm having about myself are getting worse. i feel like i need to cancel MIL's trip, have DH quit his job, and run away...but of course i could never really leave my sweet babies.
but...oh god, how to even explain this? i'm drowning here....
just needing to vent, really....thanks for listening.
this being:
*taking care of 2 babes under 2 years old alone for 11 hours a day 4 days a week.
*dealing with my toddler's erratic bedtime, which includes up to 2 hours of yelling/telling/begging her to GO. TO. SLEEP!
*feeling hopeless
*feeling dirty and disgusting (i tore my labia badly and it was not repaired correctly, and i am so alienated from my own body that i can't stand to touch it, even in the shower, without feeling like i will throw up).
*dealing with my MIL coming tomorrow - she told me that my PPD with dd#1 was the result of "not being right with Jesus".
*dealing with my entire family, who promised to help if i the PPD came back with this daughter...and now that it has, no one is willing to help. not even when they know that i'm having a horrible time.
do i need to spell it out to them? i am drowning here. my mother, whom i love dearly and who means well, told me to get on zoloft immediately and buy formula to use in emergencies. both of which i'm not willing to do right now (well, the formula never, the zoloft perhaps).
*sigh*
i just feel like giving up. like admitting myself somewhere, because the intrusive thoughts i'm having about myself are getting worse. i feel like i need to cancel MIL's trip, have DH quit his job, and run away...but of course i could never really leave my sweet babies.
but...oh god, how to even explain this? i'm drowning here....
just needing to vent, really....thanks for listening.










mama
