Ok, here's my story. I've written this for other moms, so forgive me if you've already heard it!
When my youngest was 3, I quit smoking. I felt incredibly overwhelmed. I had NO coping skills. I cried everyday, at the drop of a hat. I felt hopeless, completely buried, entirely alone.
I went to my GP, also a young mom, a wonderful doctor. I sat on the table SOBBING, going on and on about how fucking AWFUL my life was and how I just had no STRENGTH to deal with the next thing that came my way.
She listening intently, I was very embarrassed about being so pathetic.
She said, well, I can't let you go home this way. She prescribed me a medium dose of Zoloft. She spent a half hour talking about this FANTASTIC therapist she knows personally, and professionally. She STRONGLY urged me to go talk to her. She used the word STRONGLY at leat 6 times, teehehe.
I started the Zoloft. In 2 weeks I started feeling better. I HAD intended to make an appt with the therapist. But within a month, I was rollin' up my sleeves and digging in. Back to my usual self....Whatdayaneed? Whatdayaneed?! Bring it on! No problems!
I never did go to the therapist. After about 6 months on the Zoloft, I started lowering the dose, and went entirely off it in about 2 weeks, with no issues whatsoever. This was 11 years ago, I have not revisited that "ME" since.
(Of course, I should also mention, I DID go back to smoking, grrrr. In hindsight, had I GONE to the therapist, I may have learned some coping skills. But that's a different post, right?)
Hooray for you for knowing you need a little help! I do know a mom can use a little help from time to time.
The best to you, girl!
:)