Other than the baby, this almost could have been written by me.
I also had a lengthy conversation with my mother on Saturday. She tries so hard to be supportive but she really doesn't get it. My father also suffers with chronic depression and anxiety and she struggles to control her frustration and impatience. I also don't like telling her about the real black pit of despair because I don't want to upset and worry her.
I also find it very difficult to enter into any real physical intimacy with my husband, I can and do talk to him about things I couldn't talk to anyone else about and the one thing I couldn't live without is knowing I can run into his arms and cry and he's always there for me. But anything remotely sexual just makes me incredibly uncomfortable. He's one of the most patient and understanding people in the world thankfully, but I do feel like a complete failure and incredibly guilty, which of course adds to the anxiety. If it's any consolation he's been putting up with it for years.
My doctor finally switched me from citalopram when it was obvious that even at the max dose it was doing nothing. I'm now on Dosulepin which if nothing else does help me sleep.
As for the rest of it, no, you don't really deserve to feel this bad. From the sound of all you have to deal with it seems you're doing an amazing job of coping. As for the people in your life, I think sometimes we hold on to relationships out of guilt and duty, or because dealing with someone elses demons can seem easier than dealing with our own, or even some twisted need to keep these people around to punish ourselves somehow. It may seem impossible to break away from them, but sometimes it's the best thing for everyone.
My mother was once told, regarding her own mother who was a master manipulator, that these people are "as naughty as you allow them to be".
No idea if any of this is remotely helpful, but hope you're having a better day. The sun is briefly shining here and our swallows have returned, maybe this is a good sign.