I am 36, widowed twice, moved 32 times with 5 kids. My house is a wreck. I tried taking ant-depressants, but they made me feel suicidal (which I never had felt before or after discontinuing) I've spent countless hours rehashing c**p I just want to get past with counselors who told me I was well enough to move on, when I really wasn't. I love people, and I would love to be that person that always has an extra place at the table for anyone who might happen to pop by. My fiance' and I bought a home almost 2 years ago and most of my things are still in boxes or scattered about the storage room due to my boys going through them. There are cupboards in this house with the previous owner's things that I still have not even gone through. I am a stay at home mom with a 18 month old daughter and I wander around here like an 80 year old senile woman. Not doing much of anything. I don't go out and do fun things because I know I do not deserve to with the mess I have at home. Piles of clean laundry not put away, piles of dirty, piles of dishes I battle with my son to wash..but how can I expect them to do their part when I barely do the minimum of mine? Life feels pointless, except I love my kids..though obviously not enough to knock it off. We have no insurance so I can't go back to therapy. I have no mom, dad, brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles or grandparents etc.. surprisingly, I have many friends..most of whom I've known since childhood. They are supportive to listen, but have busy lives of their own with work and family. My fiance is a workaholic and amazingly patient with my lack of ambition. He says I'm not lazy, because if you ask me to help with something, I'll dig right in an be the last to quit..yet on my own, I just get lost in blank thought and before you know it, the day is gone. Can someone point me somewhere without being sarcastic please? thank you.
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