TLDR: I really need words of encouragement and empathy right now. I am lacking compassion in my support system.
I feel super overwhelmed and I'm having trouble coping with it. If I reach out to my "support" system they will either A get upset or B view it as pity. At least that's what my brain tells me. So, here goes..
My ex and I are seeing each other again. (Yep. I'm officially one of those girls.) It's been 8 months since we last spoke. Things are going much better. One of the biggest problems we have had in the past is the lack of empathy for my mental illness and my commitment issues (which stemmed alot of his own to come out).
I am currently mainly bed ridden. I wake up and sob and my main accomplishment right now is making coffee and brushing my teeth. I've been stuck in this rut since Feburary and it's only gotten worse. I haven't worked since December. I don't eat much anymore. I'm so tired all the time and I'm trying really hard to simply manage.. I feel like when I try to explain that I just feel so pitiful and I hate it but I have no other way. It just keeps getting worse.
I've been researching depression and how it really affects your body and all of the scientifically proven facts that go along with it. It's made me feel a little better, or at least more accepting of "Ok, this is where I am in this moment. It's not just in my head. It's real and valid." My therapist tries to reassure me that even the smallest accomplishment is a huge one right now and I should be proud of it.
I don't feel proud of it.. I just feel it getting worse. Even now that my ex is getting me out of the house and my dog is back (aka the best thing that has ever existed) I still feel so, so painfully sad. Things that used to make me happy still feel happy but almost like through a dense fog. Like I can't completely feel it but it's trying to be there. Or maybe it just seems familiar.
Ok, next problem:
My ex is convinced that because I once had a job and paid my own bills (something I struggled an enormous amount with - I have never worked a job for more than 4 months at a time - even after getting my degree - I fall into a depression every. single. time.) that I'm not trying my hardest right now. I keep trying to explain that I have depression and what was my best at a previous point can't be compared to my best right now. I keep attempting to explain what depression is and how I am literally doing THE BEST I CAN.
It makes me so angry.
Now he is hard pressed to find a new place to live and is expecting me to get a job and live with him and split things because I love him.
Typing this all out makes me feel so silly.. I wouldn't put up with this from any other human. I never have. Part of me is still hoping that I can get him to understand but part of me knows that he probably never will.
I need someone who is empathetic and caring. I need lots of encouragement. I deserve that. But at the same time my brain says that I should be able to suck it up and function just like anyone else, there isn't really anything wrong with me, I'm just being dramatic. I have no real suffering. I'm pitiful and pathetic and a huge waste of space.
I'm so tired of being so sad.
So, so tired.