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The Inner Dialogue of a Mom With Depression

Is it morning already?

I barely slept last night, my body aches.¬†The alarm clock is about to beep, just a reminder of what awaits.¬†My bed is warm. It’s comforting here. No one is needing me, yet. Maybe I could turn off the¬†alarm clock and over sleep? No. My husband has to work and can’t take the oldest to school.¬†

There’s no need to shower. There’s nowhere to go. It’s wasted energy.¬†

Mornings are the hardest. They’re supposed to represent new beginnings. A do over. But, it will¬†be the same. Mornings require too many decisions.¬†

Will it be OK if my son buys lunch at school? There’s no bread and his yogurt is expired. I need¬†to go to the grocery store.¬†

I haven’t done laundry, and he only has a pair of ripped jeans and shirt that is too small. Why¬†haven’t I bought him any new clothes?¬†

I should probably make him a hot breakfast. Oatmeal from the microwave is good enough, right? 

I hate carpool. My car is the dirtiest. Can they tell I haven’t brushed my teeth or hair for days?¬†Do they know I’m depressed? I haven’t signed up for PTA or volunteered at this school.

I wonder if my youngest will let me lay on the couch as he plays. Thank God he’s potty trained¬†so I don’t have to get up and change diapers.¬†

Sh*t. I haven’t taken him to the parks in weeks. He needs to play with others. But what if¬†someone talks to me?¬†No one talks at the library. I don’t think I have any¬†overdue book fees. Undoubtedly, I’ll end up putting¬†books away that he dumps out. He won’t stay quiet.¬†How come I’ve never taught him library etiquette?¬†He’s the only toddler that runs around.

No. We’ll stay home.¬†

Maybe I’ll put some paper and washable paint on the¬†table. That should distract him for a little while.¬†When is nap time? I really hopes he naps. I’m so tired.¬†Perhaps he’ll lay down in bed with me while I sleep¬†and watch a movie. He wouldn’t get out of bed if I’m¬†asleep, but if he does, I’ll hear him.¬†

I should unload the dishwasher; the sink is full. I haven’t swept in days. Is my house starting to¬†smell?

Oh! My friend Instagramed a picture of a Mommy and Me cooking class. I should sign up for¬†that. No. I did that once. It cost $200 for several classes, but we never went. The car drive was too¬†long. We’ll bake cookies tonight.¬†Do I have all the ingredients? Do I even have a clean cookie sheet? Am I going to have to clean¬†the kitchen first? Sh*t. I need to go to the grocery store.¬†

Did I return my oldest’s field trip form? They know I’m a stay-at-home mom, and I didn’t sign up¬†to chaperone. I shouldn’t have mentioned wanting to volunteer at his parent-teacher conference.¬†She knows I don’t keep my word. I’ll have to make an excuse to him about not going. It will hurt¬†is feelings.

He should start riding the bus home. Carpool will see that I’m still in my pajamas.¬†Maybe he can stay home with me tomorrow. He’ll help watch his brother. Then, I could sleep¬†some more. Why would I do that to my oldest? He has to go to school. Although, it’s much¬†easier for him to stay home. No way. He’ll just tell his dad and I don’t want to deal with that¬†fight.

I’m so tired of helping my son with homework. Why does he need me to sit with him and watch¬†him write out his spelling words? I want to lay on the couch and finish watching my show.

Damn it. I didn’t pick up cookie dough for tonight. I’ll let them pop some popcorn. Ah! Popcorn¬†and a movie. I can lay down and they’ll be entertained.¬†

I need to make dinner. We’re having popcorn later, so it can’t have a lot of starchy food. Crap. I¬†didn’t unload the dishwasher. Scrambled eggs would be fun, right? That’s healthy. And requires¬†only one pan. I’ll unload the dishwasher tomorrow. We’ll use coffee cups as bowls. They’ll get a¬†kick out of that. I’ll just tell my husband it’s breakfast night!¬†I haven’t cooked a good meal in days. Maybe he’ll decide to cook. No. He worked hard today.¬†I’ll call him and ask him to pick up some food on the way home.¬†I hope he doesn’t notice the laundry pile. The boys’ toys are all over the house. I forgot to wipe¬†up my toddler’s juice that leaked on the floor.¬†I’ll just tell him I had a really bad headache. He’ll understand.¬†

It’s bath time. How can I bathe my child when I can’t bathe myself? It requires focus. My arms¬†ache with every stroke. Of course my kids don’t like taking showers. I wouldn’t have to sit in¬†there and pretend to watch them play. Showers are fast. Why are my children so difficult and¬†needy? I would like to sit in the bathtub for 30 minutes. It would be nice if they could manage to¬†do something, anything without my help.¬†

I can’t breathe.¬†

Bedtime.

Please go to bed on time. I’m exhausted. I would like to watch a movie with your dad. And, for¬†the love of God, try to sleep in your bed all night.

I’m tired of being touched.¬†We haven’t had sex in weeks. He’ll want too. Why doesn’t he care if I haven’t showered in¬†days? I hope he falls asleep while watching the movie; then I won’t have to turn him down again.¬†Maybe I can remind him I had a headache today.¬†

Someone needs to read the boys a bedtime story. And start the laundry. No one has clean¬†clothes. I wonder if I can get him to do both. No. That isn’t fair. I should have done the laundry.¬†I’ll just wash what we need for tomorrow.

The youngest is up again. He won’t go back to bed without me. It’s always me they want. I’m¬†never alone. Why are they so selfish? I can’t do everything.¬†I wasn’t ready for bed. He won’t stop crying and he’s going to wake his older¬†brother up. Netflix. I’ll put Netflix on and he’ll go to sleep. Of course he wants to watch that¬†show again. I can never watch anything.¬†It doesn’t matter. I’ll just go to sleep.¬†

Sleep takes its time. There are more failures to overthink, worries to pick apart. The struggles of the day are on repeat. The same and new will play out again tomorrow. Tomorrow is already cursed. The burden becomes heavier. The fight becomes harder. 

It’s an unachievable goal to be a passable parent while I fight this feeling. It spotlights the¬†failures. The harsh light becomes so glaringly bright that it’s nearly intolerable to look beyond¬†and into reality. It takes away my ability to thrive.

I can’t do this on my own anymore. I hope my husband won’t be ashamed. Will he make sure I¬†call someone? I need help. Maybe my mom will take me if he’s working.¬†

I know I won’t go. But I need to go. I need help. I need help. Listen. I need help. Don’t make me¬†do this anymore.¬†

I finally fall asleep knowing my depression will still be there in the morning.

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