Warning!!! This is definitely one of those feel sorry for me posts.
I sit here at my desk looking for a place of my own. I have come to several realizations lately.
1. My husband abuses me. Not physically, but emotionally, he makes it impossible to have a "normal" relationship, I am always the mom and the one who must take care of him. Even when he pretends that he wants to share responsibilities, my opinion doesn't matter if it doesn't match his, he gets angry and storms out without hearing what is actually said.
2. I walk on eggshells and do everything I can to please my husband, my children and everyone around me.
3. There is no-where for me to go, unless I come up with the money on my own, I have researched the temporary housing alternatives and because he doesn't beat me or the kids, I don't qualify for any help. My mind is mushy and beaten to a pulp but that doesn't seem to count.
4. I don't qualify for mental health temporary housing, because I am able (barely) to hold a job, and my diagnoses of depression, BPD, OCD, anxiety are not sufficient to qualify me for their help.
5. There is a program in Calgary that is highly recommended for people with BPD but I have no way to move there and it isn't offered in Edmonton, unless you want to pay $200.00 per hour out-of-pocket. The one program covered in Edmonton is one you have to have a complete breakdown and be hospitalized at the hospital before you can even get a referral.
6. I am starting to zone out. Literally, I just sit, for how long I don't know, it is like I am working, driving or watching tv, then all of a sudden time (a few seconds to an hour) has passed and nothing has been done.
7. My thoughts are becoming more scattered and darker. The taboo thoughts (S, SI etc.) are becoming more frequent and I have tried distraction, deep breathing, etc. and the thoughts keep coming. I have even attempted to enter my fantasy world (where everything is great and happy), the one I used to go to, to just take a break, I can't even do that without those thoughts intruding. My headaches are worse, my pains are more frequent to never ending, I live in constant fear (or relief) that the chest pain is a heart attack. My skin is rashing up and drying out.
I have a doctors appointment on Saturday (believe it or not, just my GP the yearly appointment) and hopefully I will gain the courage to discuss these issues with her.
On the upside the snow is falling lightly and covering up all the dirt deposited by the sanders.
Thanks everyone for listening.