I have 2 daughters (6&4) and they are what keep me hanging on through the mental and physical pain. My struggle is that I grew up with a mom that was basically bed ridden, depressed and addicted to opioids because of undiagnosed RA and other conditions. I harbored so much anger with her over the years, developing my own depression and disorders into adulthood that I now see in a new light and with tremendous guilt at 36 as my body has begun to show almost the exact signs and progression. My daughters are surprised if I'm feeling well enough to join them at the park or swimming, or I don't have a migraine. They are more used to me weighing them down than helping them soar; and the worst part is- they don't know how much I WANT to be out there doing everything with them. I can't hear them laugh, protect them, teach them or correct/punish bad behavior from bed or the dr office. They are too young to understand mommy isn't choosing "sleep" over them even though I try to explain it. I've gone to countless doctors, PT, therapists- it's impossible to juggle it all and attempt a successful career, friendships and marriage. 2 of my 3 siblings are diagnosed bi-polar which casts a stigma on every move I make or though I have; externally and internally. It's a constant feeling of fight or flight, knowing I'm dropping the ball and letting everyone down, holding them back and being selfish for thinking about my pain, my feelings.
I know the girls would be devastated. I think about big moments, or any moments in the future; where they ask themselves "why didn't she love me enough to stay? Why didn't she fight harder?" Where in my mind I'm seeing it as I love you too much to leave you with a life of "why can't she get out of bed" "why can't you be like the other moms?" Because I know what it's like and I can already see my future. They deserve SO much more. When I had them I was insanely healthy. I worked out and took care of myself in order to avoid becoming my mother because I thought a lot of it WAS self inflicted with some personal choices like smoking and diet. Turns out, life's a big ol' B and swatted me of my high horse as I probably deserved.
I want the cycle of depression and self loathing to end with me. My husband and his family are opposite and won't raise the girls with that mindset if I'm gone. But I am worried bc I've read kids of parents that die from ctb have a x3 higher risk of doing it themselves. I like the idea of them thinking it was an accident or natural cause until they are a little older to understand — if this was something I'd consider taking more seriously. I've tried unsuccessfully last year — after an emotional night/fight with a friend and then my husband who I'd both told about feeling suicidal. The "friend" told me only I could help myself (geee thanks) and my husband told me to figure things out-get myself checked in somewhere or he was going to divorce me. I swallowed 30 tabs of 5mg ambien and prayed that with the 4 glasses of wine I'd had that night I wouldn't wake up.
No dice.
Since that day I still think about it all the time. I try to find recovery too but I'd like to have the option available to me; and an effective one if the time comes. I'm really glad I found this site and Other people to talk to openly about this without being shamed or pushed in one direction or the other.