About how to deal with a depressed mother
I'm in my 30s living in Kanto. My mother is in her 50s and is in Kansai. My mother underwent lower back surgery 2 years ago, but she became partially disabled due to sequelae, and she also suffered from depression due to shock.
My body seems to be getting a little better now, but my mind is troublesome, and I'm exhausted.
My mother's surgery and my delivery period overlapped, but in the midst of postpartum emptiness, I gave top priority to my mother. When my depression was severe, I received phone calls every day implying suicide, and each time I stayed on the phone for a long time, I flew back to my parents' house. At my parents' house, I boldly encourage my mother, but when I get home, I cry and hit my husband. My husband told me that I should go to psychosomatic medicine, too, but I couldn't go because I didn't know when my mother would call me. My husband sometimes says, “I don't want you to get in touch with my mother.”
Recently, I persuaded my husband, who doesn't like it, and I stayed at my parents' house with my children for 3 weeks. At that time, I was able to take a walk with 3 generations of parents and children who cried a year ago saying “that's impossible.” It was after traveling by train to a place my mother liked.
I finally expected my mom to think “I'm glad I'm alive.” However, it seems that there was no such emotion at all, and what my mother said the next day was something like “I won't go anywhere alone in the future.”
There are times when they are slightly physically disabled, but they seem to be concerned about their old appearance due to being trapped in depression.
I almost went mad.
I had no idea how much my family and I had sacrificed my life for my mother until now, and I guessed that no matter how much support I had, this person would surely continue to think that I was the unhappiest.
I've been refraining from being fashionable so that my mother doesn't say, “You look healthy and happy,” but even though it's thanks to her family that my mother is alive now, I don't know anything.
Asking for something in return is wrong, but when I think about the future, I think that dying quickly will set me free. Actually, that's not the case, but if you make a face that makes you look like you're in hell and seem to resent me, I won't be motivated to do anything.
Even before I became depressed if I thought about it, I left the house because I didn't like my mother's personality that pulls back hair...
It's a family, so I feel like it's natural to support them, but I don't want to be taken for granted by them.
How should I deal with my mother?
