I hope you can Britt, because to your H and children they don't define you on the terms you define yourself- you're their wife and mom (and more).
Yes, I feel like a burden to the sister I live with, and she has her own stuff, to the friend I told about ptsd, to anyone I'm around, really. Sometimes I even feel like I'm a burden to my dog. Seriously. :(
I think it got worse after some abusive times. But then again the more I realize about ptsd and myself, or the worse I do, or the less denial I have, the more of a burden and the more guilt I feel. I don't know, that seems accurate, knowing what I know (and realize) now.
And yet, (perhaps selfishly), there is some reduction of pressure to not pretend that everything is 101% ok. I wouldn't say that lessens the guilt though, only if I'm told it/I wasn't burdensome. But I don't know, I feel like I am a curse to others, too. Yet I know I have to (try to) push out of the comfort zone.
I guess 'we' have to try to think otherwise, 'not think' perhaps is a better way to put it.