There are days when I wake up and I am ready to go, get things done and acchomplish everything. Other days I want to acchomplish things but have to give myself a push and once the activity is finished and either have to find something else to start or i end up sitting around and being super tired and upset im not getting anything done. I can go from having a good day, just enjoying things, and then like yesterday, I see a picture that tears my world down. Just a simple picture and my world ended. I miss having a house and farm and animals and financial security, happiness, no worries, and just a peaceful wellbeing. Now after the meth stint, I feel like my husband is hiding or has hidden things from me, that he could be developing a problem with his adhd meds, that he is getting hooked on painkillers, that he has had enough of my issues, that life will never be the same, we wont be happy again, we wont have our own place again, my kids will hate me, im tearing everyone down, im just an inconvience to everyone, I need not tell people whats going on and spare them the annoyance, i need to push people away to save them from me, that my everything is torn apart and it cannot be repaired. Just a simple picture did all that. It was a picture of my friends little girl riding her horse. When things like that happen I cry and hate everything, i feel like a failure and nothing will be good again. Then when I get sad my own mind hurts me. Inside my head I hear these thoughts like "why would he stay with you? no one wants to deal with your shit. youre a bitch and no one likes you. they talk behind your back and only put up with you because of the kids. he doesnt want to hang out with you or be around you, thats why he works late and goes straight to the backyard when he gets home. thats why he rarely texts you back and when he does its short unemotional responce. He doesnt show affection because he has none for you, he only does it for the kids. all the mean things you said to him, why wouldnt he hate you. You couldnt keep your priorities striaght and youll just fuck your kids up just like you are"
Now as this is going on, If i can find something to do I can push it to the back until I forget its happening and then it goes away. Then say maybe my husband texts me a random love you. That makes my day and im happy all over again. Im confident and worry free.
Then the next few days are good. But something, even something little, could set me off and I could spend the whole morning, afternoon and/or evening crying.
Ive gotten okay about writing in a journal so that what is going on in my head is easier explainable.
Nutshell: I can be perfectly fine getting things done. If I take rest and something little triggers me, i turn into the world is ending kind of person. It varies from happening maybe every few days or more, to happening and carrying on into the next day. Somedays I can make it short and somedays one thing after another makes it carry on longer.
Ive noticed it only happens during quiet times, when I am left alone with my mind. I feel like these intrusive thoughts all stem from the feeling that my husband has a secret and/or wont open up to me about certain things.