The hardest thing at the moment, I think, is feeling like I have nowhere to go.
The school scene has always been difficult for me, and is worse than ever at the moment. I can’t get out of there quickly enough. Interestingly, I had a conversation with one of Tom’s classmate’s mums today, and she told me that everyone just thinks that I’m painfully shy – which is better than the alternative, but still doesn’t make it easy to fit in.
Church has, over the past seven years, been the place where I felt I belonged, but I’m feeling less comfortable there than ever. It’s partly because I know my depression makes me a very poor Christian (can I even claim to be one any more? I don’t know) but also because I don’t have a Christian husband.
When I first started going to HT, I think there was a lot more diversity in the congregation. I certainly wasn’t the only mum-with-kids-and-no-partner. Now, 90 per cent of the time, I am. And it marks me out as different.
I feel really sad that I don’t have someone to sit next to during the sermons. Sad and envious.
I feel sad that we don’t feature on the Sunday lunch circuit.
Then again, I blame it on Ian, but it’s more likely to be me. Who’d want me round for Sunday lunch?
Yeah. No one.
Whatever the reason, though, I feel increasingly out of place, and it’s hard to bear.
I don’t feel I should be involved in anything – Sunday school, Hotshots, reading, praying – any more.
I’m not what they want, and I know I’m only still involved because of logistics – because there are so few people to fill the gaps that even a useless failure of a Christian with an unbelieving husband has to suffice.
That’s not a good feeling.
And it presents this huge conflict. I want to stop doing Sunday school – at least short-term – because after getting through the week, I feel so awful by the weekend that even if I’m just there being an extra pair of hands, it’s too much.
But I don’t want to stop doing Sunday school because I feel I need to prove that I’m not just a seat filler, a waste of church space.
Oh, it’s all messed up. I’m all messed up. There is just nowhere for me.