Long story short, I’m bipolar 2. I’m 37 now and had my son at 25 (2014) and my daughter at 28 (2017), before diagnosis. I knew I had depression and anxiety and I suffered from pretty severe postpartum depression. I was put on Prozac in 2019 which eventually led to pretty severe mania (because I kept taking it not knowing it was making things worse or that I was even manic). I was diagnosed right before I turned 34 and it made life make sense.
I went from not drinking much to a full blown alcoholic in less than a 2 year period.
My now ex-husband is also mentally ill and I have sole custody so I have been a single mom, but I have had significant help from my parents before I got my drinking under control.
Now I’m in therapy, sober for just over a year, and have my symptoms managed pretty well — but I don’t always have the energy to put effort into my appearance and I can’t hide my exhaustion. It’s not like this everyday but it is like this some days.
My kids go to a private school and it’s small. I feel like I am the center of the gossip within the teachers and parents. I am one of maybe 3 divorced parents in the entire school.
I know some of the judgement and gossip is real but I also feel like there are times I may be overly paranoid about it.
There was a recent incident where my son couldn’t go on an overnight field trip because I had an obligation that day and could not chaperone and his teacher was NOT understanding about it at all. The principal had to briefly get involved. It was a whole situation. I feel like it made the judgement worse.
Today my son was inducted into the honor society and I saw this teacher whisper talking to 2 other teachers and then they all looked in my direction. I turned to fully face them and that’s when they looked away. It makes me so uncomfortable.
I am so exhausted. I am mentally ill but self aware and have been working on myself and my issues for a while and I just want fucking peace. I’m tired of being judged the harshest during times where I’m actively trying to fully get my shit together. And I may never fully have it together but none of us are supposed to be perfect, right?
Just because I’m in leggings and a hoodie, and not in a $200 dress with a full face of makeup does not make me any less of a mother.