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| 21-8-2008 - Who am I? I can't remember... | My mood while writing this blog:Ok |
Well it has been so hectic I don't get the chance to be on this website at all any more... I love our babies like mad but I just am so depressed... I feel like I just don't know who I am any more. I don't do any of the things I used to think defined me as a person, and I feel so strange. My body disgusts me, it is NOT my body. For months people who've seen me have said, "Oh you've got your figure back!" and I just say, "This is NOT my figure." With clothes on, you would not know I've had babies, but without them, I am just disgusting. My belly has no muscle tone and is covered in unsightly stretchmarks. My breasts are so much different from what they were before, since I stopped breastfeeding. I thought they'd just go back to what they were but they haven't and it is so depressing. I wear a bra the whole time (even at night) because I can't bear them. They're really soft, they've lost their firmness. Other than that I am normal but it is just so depressing, I just don't feel young any more and I don't feel sexy. My boyfriend is so wonderful and tries to make me feel better and when he wants me I just can't understand why, and I end up really annoying him because I keep on saying, "I don't know how you could fancy me..." etc... I can't just be naked with him and feel sexy. I just feel awful and end up wishing and wishing I had my old body back. I used to have a nice body (but back then, of course I did not appreciate it because I had all the usual hang-ups, but now I look back and think, god I shouldn't have worried I should have just enjoyed having an OK body...) I know it probably sounds vain and selfish, but I just feel I've lost so much of what I was. I was a headstrong girl, very sexual, quite fit, with an all-right body, and with lots of interests and plans for the future, and with opinions. From not doing anything all day except looking after my two babies, I have become wishy-washy, weak-minded (as in I'll give in to what other people want to do or agree with them so easily just and I can't make decisions), depressed, and obsessed with my body and with being unable to accept the changes it has undergone. I feel like a completely different person and I am so sad and lost. I know how lucky I am: I have to beautiful babies and a beautiful gorgeous man who loves me and has stuck with me through everything and who tells me ten times a day how much he loves me -- I tell myself this every day trying to make myself stop being so down, trying to tell myself how damn lucky I am, and I do not take all this for granted, it's just that I can't help still feeling so depressed and every day -- at some stage or another -- I gulp back tears. I am tired of feeling like this diluted version of myself, this shadow who loves her new family but cannot reconcile her old self with this new person she has to be. I feel like my body has been through the wars, and also I have a big ugly scar (amongst all the stretchmarks) because I had a caesarean, and I also feel emotionally scarred because of having missed out on the labour experience, the experience of giving birth to my babies. As a result of having had to have the caesarean, I feel completely detached from the experience of my children coming into the world. I feel like I went through that whole pregnancy, and then just... stop. There was no... process at the end, there was no labour, no finally bringing them out. A curtain was put up to block my sight from what was happening, and that is how I feel now: there was a curtain between me and the bringing of my babies into the world. I was not part of that, and it does hurt, it does stay with me, and it does affect me. I can't believe people would choose caesarean over the natural thing. My mother says, "Oh Niamh you should be glad you missed out on labour, it was the most horrific thing I've ever been through," and I am sure it was, but I would rather have gone through it and been part of my babies birth, than have these feelings of detachment from the whole experience...
Anyway, I know I am ranting but this is the first time I've written anything down really about how I've been feeling, and as you can probably see from my pregnancy blogs, I used to be the kind of person who wrote everything down; it was how I processed thoughts, it was how I really knew what I thought. I suppose I just wanted to write down how I'm feeling because it's weighing down on me, and I'm tired of it. I never was the happiest of people, I used to suffer from Anorexia for years, and depression etc. I have never really shaken depression and sometimes it's just worse than others. In a world in which we are all bombarded by images of the perfect body constantly, it is hard to feel happy with my scarred, stretched disgusting body which has been so changed so quickly. Maybe a lot of you can relate to me, or maybe you'll think I'm being obsessive and vain and selfish. But I just needed to write this down. I am so lonely here.
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