Friday, October 24, 2014

Depression

I am a horrible employee. I've done a handful of hours of work in the last week.  I work from home a lot so it's way too easy to slack off.  I just don't care.  I don't care how much is on my plate or how many pressing things I have to do.  When I turn on my computer for work it is all immediately pushed to the backburner and instead, I spend my hours trolling the internet.  Reading the TFMR board, reading the PG after TFMR board, and the Loss Board and the PgAL board, and my PAIF group and IDOB and SAIF. Reading through women's stories of loss and others blogs and even back through my own blog posts...  Hours and hours leading to days and days are just wasted away like this and I don't even care.  I don't care that I'm a shitty employee now.  I don't care that I have no passion for my work; that I have no passion for my life really.

My husband doesn't know I spend my days like this; sitting on the couch in my pajamas, sometimes showering, sometimes not, just lost inside my computer, often giving myself a headache from all the crying (which I then blame on the pregnancy).  When he asks me how my day was I say busy. He thinks I work all day. My boss and coworkers think I work all day - how I've managed to pull the wool over their eyes for this long I really don't know.

And I don't even know what I get out of all of this internet searching.  I am not learning anything new, it's not making me feel any better... Each night when I lay in bed thinking about what I have to do the next day I make a promise to myself to just NOT open those forums or blogs or links. To start right in on my work and have tunnel vision and not allow myself to stray. But I always do. My life revolves around my loss, my fear with this new pregnancy, and my internet world. I live that life all day and then I dream about it all night.

I know this is not healthy.  I know I'm depressed. Having constant nausea and fatigue for the last few months has not helped either since I can't exercise. I used to go to Zumba 3x/week. It made me feel good - the movement, the endorphins, the weight loss, the schedule, the reason to get out of the house and interact with people...  I don't do that anymore. I also don't reach out to my friends and when they (rarely) reach out to me to get together I always make up an excuse.  I isolate myself. It's easier this way.

Since we received the results last week from my screening I haven't been able to picture any other future besides loss.  I no longer picture myself with a baby.  Any amount of connection I felt with this pregnancy has pretty much dwindled down to nothing. All I can picture now is going through all the same pain we went through with Petey. And this time, I can't picture myself being strong and moving forward.  All I can picture is it breaking me.
And that is how I feel: Broken and useless and just... sad.

In the past I've felt like this blog has been my therapy. But it's no longer helping. I think it's time to go see an actual Therapist. I haven't wanted to because I just haven't wanted to talk about it. When I focus on all of this it makes it worse. If I can distract myself it is better. But I've been unable to distract myself lately. Maybe this is a sign that I'm doing a worse job than I thought working through my grief and my fear.
 
Finally opening up about this and typing it all out is making me see just how mentally unhealthy I really am right now. I think it's time to admit that I need some help.




13 comments:

  1. from a somewhat quiet reader - just know there's someone sending you extra thoughts and internet-stranger (((hugs)))... I hope speaking with someone in person (whether that be A Therapist, or a friend, or a stranger sitting on a park bench willing to list) I hope that it helps and that you find some comfort in it!

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  2. I hope that seeing a therapist helps. I've often thought of seeing one myself, but I've never gathered the courage to do it. You are stronger than you know. Seeking help takes a lot of energy, power, and strength. Sending love and hugs to you, as always. If you ever need to talk, you know I'm here!

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  3. Thank you both :'-) After I posted this I called the therapist recommended to me by my genetic counselor (since she has expertise in baby loss and I believe TFMR) and left a mssg with my availability. I hope to hear from her soon before I lose my nerve. Although if I start to lose my nerve I should probably just come back and reread this post....
    Thank you both for your support, it means a lot.

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  4. I've typed and re-typed a comment, but nothing is coming out right. I'm just going to leave you with an I love you.

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    1. Thank you ((Hugs))! I know there's really nothing that can be said so I appreciate it <3

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  5. My husband and I have been seeing a grief counselor since January, maybe 2-3 weeks after we lost Jack. I don't think she's the best counselor out there but just having scheduled time to vent and cry with someone and get my feelings out there really really has helped me. I highly recommend it. Hubs just recently stopped going but I'll continue on throughout pregnancy....maybe longer who knows.

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  6. Asking for help is such a huge step! Good for you! I wish I had some advice or words of encouragement, but really all I have are Internet ((hugs)).

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  7. I'm also a lurker reader. I "know" you from the bump. Just want to add my voice to these messages of support. I pray for you every week at church.

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    1. You are so sweet. Thank you so much for praying for us and for coming out of lurkdom to let me know :-)

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  8. I think speaking to a therapist or a grief counselor is a great idea. I went to a support group after our first loss and E, the perinatal counselor who runs the group, has been my best resource from things like considering acupuncture to switching doctors and overall support and encouragement that I will get through all this. There is no shame in getting help and it may just be the thing that helps the most.

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  9. I've been thinking about you every second since your post about your NT scan results, This post brings tears to my eyes because I want to see you with your healthy rainbow. I hope going to see a therapist helps, Always rooting for you and Rainbow!

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  10. I honestly believe you are the bravest person I know, whether you can see that or not. It takes so much strength to admit when you're not ok, when you need someone to help you find your footing and hopefully find your way back, out of the darkness. I love you so very much, I wish there was more that I could do. I am always here, sending love and prayers, here if you want to talk and here when you need some space. I love you, and I love Petey and Rainbow and I keep you in my heart and in my prayers, always. <3

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  11. I started seeing my shrink recently after my second loss. I never really open up about my losses with friends or family since they have not been through this themselves (only one of them have and is busy with a baby right now, so I really don't want to rain on their parade), so I can honestly say that it has been great to start seeing him and actually talk about everything that's happening to me. Wishing you strength. I too am rooting for you and your baby!

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