So followed a very mixed year. At first my relief at being out of a very bad
situation felt amazing. I had missed out
on so many aspects of life for a long time, and was determined to make up for
it. I got to spend time with my
girl. I was able to speak to people
without fear of being checked up on, and was able to socialise! I even had a trip to Yorkshire to see my best
mate from years back. It felt
great. For a while a least.
I went through a
rough time with my ex harassing me, and was left with a financial situation
that I just couldn’t handle. Eventually
a harassment order was issued against my ex, which he broke twice, both times
leading to a court appearance and him spending time in prison.
During this time as well, I, well, I was a complete prat to
be honest. I started drinking heavily,
and would often turn up to work hung-over.
I wasn’t sleeping well when I was sober, and wasn’t eating properly
either. I was a crap mum. I also had a couple of casual relationships,
which left me feeling terrible after, but I didn’t learn from, and I got badly
hurt at a time when I was least able to deal with it.
In the meantime, I
was becoming noticeably more stressed and difficult to be around. I reached breaking point around Easter this year, and was
told to take three weeks off work to get my head together. My Karate instructor had also noticed a
down-turn in my spirits as well. I
visited the doctor, and was diagnosed with severe depression and prescribed
anti-depressants.
Just like my Dad.
This was the lowest I had ever felt. If it hadn’t had been for the determined
advice of those around me that I acknowledge this illness, I dread to think
what could have happened.
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