I am right there with you. I wake up nightly, too. Last night, I had a panic attack at 1am and then just sobbed. I stayed home today.
I’m sorry you’re going through this too. I’m glad you have good support. I’m trying to figure things out so I have things in place so I can move, etc. I’m overwhelmed. I think I’m having decision fatigue.
If you don’t mind sharing, what is your (ex)partner’s story? Mine is in a midlife crisis, I believe. Hell on wheels.
Hi Jes, I can totally understand the feeling of being paralyzed and not being able to just put one foot in front of the other. It was super hard for me, I think if i did not have an 8 year old depending on me I don't think I would have moved for a long time.
I am sorry that the therapist was not a good match. But that is important to feel comfortable with them.
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I feel my husband has changed a lot over the past few years due to his depression and has said things to me that I feel are unforgivable. I am trying to keep it together for the sake of my 13 year old son. I am not in love with him anymore and I don't think he will consider couples therapy although I would as a last ditch effort. I am beginning to plan things out for the next year; it is difficult living with him knowing how I feel and that I want to end the marriage. It is helpful to join a forum like this. Thank you.
Hang in there, it’s gets better. I still struggle here and there at night but every day gets a teeny bit better. I was married for 20 years and I am in the middle of the divorce process. Should be finalized soon. This is a time to gather your support system of friends and family as well as finding a good therapist. One day at a time!
Thank you. I’ve shared what’s going on with some of the people around me. I’ve been hesitant to share because I kept thinking things would work out. I’ve been denying that this was really happening. Lately, it’s been hitting me more. The stages of grief are real.