I'm posting this because I just need to talk to someone about what I'm going through and maybe get some hope. (Hope... that's something I haven't had in a while. Not sure I even know what it is anymore.) I'm sure people are going to have advice for me, but all I ask is that you stay away from being judgmental of me or telling me that "You just have to" or "You really should". It just doesn't work and you'll see why shortly. I guess I just need some emotional support.
About me: I'm a 37 year old recently divorced man who is the father of three wonderful children ("N" 7/M, "C" 6/F and "A" 2/F). I was married to "B" (36/F) for almost 10 years and together for 13. I have suffered from AD/HD, major depression, bi-polar disorder, borderline and narcissism personality issues, as well as attachment disorders and some sort of visual/sensory filtering issues that no one seems to be able to diagnose. I have an IQ in the upper 150s and am so damn "High Functioning" that people are surprised to hear I have any mental health issues at all (some people even don't believe I do). Up until 3 years ago, I was making $50K and had everything more or less under control. Then I quit my job and tried to start my own business which failed. I have been unemployed since then and supported by my parents. During that time my depression became more sever and I really started to come apart. I tried to be as helpful as I could around the house. I loved my family more than anything and that helped me stay afloat. The trouble in my marriage started about 1 year ago. We were best friends but had no romance in our relationship (not for lack of trying on my part). I had been going to therapy twice a week as well as being on a ton of medications.
I realized my wife was unhappy and I suggested she see some one to help her with her issues and that we should go to marriage counseling. I did everything I could to help her be happy and work with her feelings. After a few months with her own therapist we started marriage counseling. We went about four times and I felt we were making progress. Then in August of last year after a session she told me "There was nothing she could give me and there was nothing she wanted from me." The next day she told me she was filing for divorce. I tried to be positive about the whole thing. I wanted her to be happy and if she needed to be happy away from me then that was OK. I also thought "Yehaw! Now I can go and finally get laid for the first time in like 6 months!"...
Then reality stepped in and I lost it. We had a very large house so I went to live down stairs and she would stay up stairs until we could sell the house. I wanted so much to work things out, but she had made up her mind, not to mention she had had a crush on and old friend of hers for the past months. The thought of loosing my wife/best-and-only friend and not being with my children all the time was too much. The depression became worse until I was swinging from catatonic, paranoid and psychotic episodes. I tapped her phone, sabotaged her car (so she couldn't go meet her "old friend" and hacked into her computer. I was so desperate to keep her. Finally one night after drinking a bottle of scotch I tried to hang myself. I stopped my self after thinking about my children and how much I loved them and how much the loved me. I was hospitalized for a few weeks. When it came time for me to be discharged, my wife told the hospital she did not want me returning to my home. I moved into a B&B and then a little apartment in a town not too far away from my family. All of the friends we had abandoned me and I have no family who can be emotionally supportive. I have since been kept a prisoner in this apartment by my mental health issues. I am doing everything I can to get better, but I just don't think I'm making any progress. The day the divorce was finalized I lost it again and went into a residential treatment center. About three weeks ago I attempted suicide again. The future is not looking too bright right now.
So, why am I telling you all this? For my children. I love them so much and miss them so much. My wife has not put any restrictions on me seeing them, but I just can't handle spending time with them and then letting them go. I also can't be around her or hear her voice or see her picture. My heart gets ripped out every time and I fall deeper and deeper into depression. I know they miss me and they need me and that hurts all the time. I want to be there with them and here for them. I want to be their father. I want them to know I love them more than anything in the world. I have tried to call them or write them letters, but every time I do, I fall to pieces. Everyone thinks I'm being a jerk not spending time with my children or that I'm trying to get back at their mother by neglecting them. God, how can people be so blind and cruel to think I would ever do that. I was one of the best fathers in the world. I loved spending time with them and nurturing them. They were the light of my life.
And now I have nothing. No family, no wife, no friends, no job, no home and very little hope. If anyone has any kind words or prayers or suggestions I would appreciate them. I feel so lost right now.