Aiyanna
Well-Known Member
So.... Ted and I are starting a new life in Florida. We're going to be moving into our first rental. Our first place.
Ted is and has been talking about having kids. On the one hand, I don't feel ready. I want to wait a year or two. On the other hand I'm struggling with a deep depression I haven't been able to communicate to Ted or anyone. I feel like it's too late now. I'm 31. I'm too old. My 20s were a waste. I wasted it. I was stuck at home, no car, no life, nothing wishing God would just take me. I remember vividly not wanting to live to be 30.
Now I'm in my 30s, life has finally taken off. I finally have a decent job and the Lord has chosen to bless me in it. And I have a husband who loves me and wants a family with me. And yet, all I can come back to is that deep ache in my chest saying "it's too late. I never had a chance, and now it's gone".
I've shared my struggles with eating disorder, anxiety, depression, poor self-image; maybe it all ties together. I'm afraid my body will never come back after kids and my husband will lose his desire for me. I'll be a mess not worthy of my husband or my kids.
I'm sorry I'm going on so.... I just needed somewhere to pour it out. I tried with my mom and all she said was "Well, if you're going to have kids, you better not wait too long" and, though true, it just made it all 100x's worse. Now it's urgent, but I'm not ready and I'm too old. And the depression and anxiety sit in my chest like a sick knot.
Ted is and has been talking about having kids. On the one hand, I don't feel ready. I want to wait a year or two. On the other hand I'm struggling with a deep depression I haven't been able to communicate to Ted or anyone. I feel like it's too late now. I'm 31. I'm too old. My 20s were a waste. I wasted it. I was stuck at home, no car, no life, nothing wishing God would just take me. I remember vividly not wanting to live to be 30.
Now I'm in my 30s, life has finally taken off. I finally have a decent job and the Lord has chosen to bless me in it. And I have a husband who loves me and wants a family with me. And yet, all I can come back to is that deep ache in my chest saying "it's too late. I never had a chance, and now it's gone".
I've shared my struggles with eating disorder, anxiety, depression, poor self-image; maybe it all ties together. I'm afraid my body will never come back after kids and my husband will lose his desire for me. I'll be a mess not worthy of my husband or my kids.
I'm sorry I'm going on so.... I just needed somewhere to pour it out. I tried with my mom and all she said was "Well, if you're going to have kids, you better not wait too long" and, though true, it just made it all 100x's worse. Now it's urgent, but I'm not ready and I'm too old. And the depression and anxiety sit in my chest like a sick knot.