UKStander,
Replying to your post from the other thread. You wanted to know more about the 20 year old me popping back up during my depression. Well when I was 20 I didn't have any responsibilities. I would party all night, sleep on a friend's couch, go home shower, and get ready for the next party night that included clubbing, drinking, socializing with people I had just met as well as old friends. Not being very dependable or honoring commitments. Nor was I good at keeping a job during that time. When I was depressed, I felt and saw some behavior that resonated with me from my early 20's. I hadn't had a desire to go to a club, or party in over 15 years but as soon as the depression hit I suddenly felt almost like a mourning come over me for what was, what I have missed out on.
I tried to make up for what I felt I didn't get to do or experience that I saw some of the young people doing now. I started going back out to clubs, drinking heavily, driving while drunk, staying out all night, all my plans now involved what I wanted to do and did not include my kids. I felt for the last 15 years my identity was not my identity. I had sacrificed myself to be a mom. I met a ton of young people that I befriended and found myself trying to fit in with the young crowd, keep up with what they were doing, dressing more inappropriate to fit in. When I say clubs I mean the clubs where the 20 year olds can get in, a place where a mature crowd wouldn't be caught dead in.
You just don't go from devoted mom to clubber unless something is seriously wrong. So for a period of time that was my life, I didn't worry about the kids. Some days I couldn't even get out of the bed, I was hurting but I didn't know why I felt like that. I just knew I needed to make some changes to make myself happy. My initial choice to numb the pain was chasing my youth. When that excitement wore off, I chose to be friendly with OM. They all wore off just as quickly as they started, and then a lightbulb went off and I took a hard look at my choices. Realized I still wasn't happy with myself. Realized that clubbing was not making me happy, and nor was OM. In fact I felt worse because I was starting to not recognize myself.
That's when I decided to stop running, I decided that the life I had was better than the life I was living. I realized it's okay to be a great devoted mom, it's okay to be comfortable and married. I no longer wanted to be single or live the single life, I no longer yearned for the admiration of men. I realized what I had all along was all that I needed. All my adult life I struggled with still wanting to be single, and wanting to be admired and drooled over by men. When the depression lifted, the feelings I have struggled with for so long also lifted and there are gone. I do not need nor do I want to be admired by other men. I only want the affection and admiration from my H. Those feelings I struggled with for so long stems from love and affection I felt that I didn't get when I was a child from my parents. My parents were older parents when they had me and had divorced . My mother was suffering mental health issues at that time, and a part time dad who didn't live in the home.
I felt pretty much on my own growing up, my mom was too sick to feed me, take care of me properly. I survived but not without suffering feelings of being unwanted, abandon and not loved. My mom still is sick but I see things differently, she did the best she could do despite her mental illness. My dad and I were stronger and solid as ever before he died. It's a journey I had to go on, I am stronger than ever. I feel I can handle and take on whatever comes my way. The love I have now sustains me, but it wasn't always that way.
Denjef31