Walking the thin line

I am so glad that my dr. appt is tomorrow.  Maybe if she starts me on meds tomorrow than in a month I will be feeling much better.  Today I feel as if I am a burden to everyone and that no one cares if I'm here or not.  Having problems with the neighbors, and the kids keep asking the hard questions, "Why can't we play with their kids?"  ect, ect.  I am so tired of fighting the good fight.  I look at the people on this board and they are dealing with much worse problems than mine, yet I can't seem to get my head out of my butt and act like a normal person.  WHY????  I am so sorry that I just whine and complain all the time.  But I want to go somewhere warm and quiet and curl up in a ball and just sleep it all away.  Meanwhile, I am sleeping away the lives of my beautiful children that mean so much to me.  Why, when they are my everything, do I find it so easy to neglect them?  Why can't I just get up and do it for them?  Because I am worthless.  That's the only explanation I can come up with.

Just needed to vent.  I hope that doc can get me on the road to recovery so that I can begin to be a help to my family and others on this board instead of always being the one to reach out, crying.  Thank you for listening.

God bless.

luvmedo,

With children, sometimes the task of parent feels overwhelming. It is overwhelming if you think of it all at once. But, if you break things down and just take care of one thing at a time, it might help.

I have raised four children (all adults now) in spite of chronic illness and depression. I found that I had to let some things go. I evaluate each task to see how best to use my limited energy. I ALWAYS take care of chores that stack up (dishes, laundry, keeping things picked up). The chores that can wait are vacuuming, dusting, and floor washing. By using my energy wisely I can usually make it through the tough times. The kids were always pretty good at pitching in as well. I just had to make sure that I was pleasant when I assigned the chores.

Parenting is a tough job even without illness or depression. Keep trying sis . . . every little bit helps.

Blessings!