Hi all,
Well... wow, I don't really know where to start! Last year I left a job which I really really wasn't happy in - hadn't been for years and it had knocked my confidence quite a bit, so much so that when I did start a job with proper responsibility, I couldn't cope... I tried to hide it from everybody (including myself) but I was completely falling apart. Not eating, not sleeping - panicking about the thought of what to wear in the morning, never mind the drive to work and then a day at work! I don't think it was all work based stressed, perhaps it was just waiting for something to trigger it off... but that was how it ended up.
Aaaaaanyway. That was last August. I left my job because I simply could not face it - started on a whole run of anti-depressants! (after 5 different ones, I'm finally on some that seem to do something!) Saw my doctor regularly, started drawing, was put in touch with the local mental health practice which have been helpful. But, slowly, it was getting worse - I got to the point where I literally could not walk to the end of my road (not far - and I live in the sleepiest village imaginable!) I started self harming, suicidal thoughts became more frequent and stronger, then the problems with food I thought I had said goodbye to - the not being able to eat because I was so anxious about work, resurfaced - with a vengeance!
I should mention at this point - my friend. I'm gonna call him Peter because this COULD be read by anyone! We had been good friends before all of this - he knew my boyfriend before me, but as we got to know each other we actually got on better - shared interests and such. When I got ill, we got closer - nothing inappropriate - but he was very supportive. I used to refer to him, my boyfriend and my mum as 'my nest' anyone outside of that at my lowest point was way out of my comfort zone. They were they only people I trusted 100% and the only people that knew what was going on in my head (aside from my doctor) BUT he started to overstep the mark... possibly not that apparent to me at the time because I was all over the place, but my boyfriend was gradually getting more and more pissed off at just HOW supportive he was being - buying me things, suggesting things for me to do, ringing my support worker without consulting anyone... not that my boyfriend wasn't being supportive, please don't think that - he has been more than fantastic throughout this - but, and i understand it more now, he felt Peter was muscling his way into our relationship. It came to a head about two months ago when I found out that Peter had taken a photo of me whilst I was sleeping. I was livid, as was my boyfriend and I was advised by everyone around me at the time to cut him off completely and concentrate on getting better and my relationship with my boyfriend. And that is what I did.
Over the last few months I have got a lot better! I can see it and everyone around me can.... We are seeing more of other friends, I'm happy to leave the house on my own (when I absolutely HAVE to) but I'm still working with my support worker on that. I'm able to concentrate on things in the house and look forward to things, I have a very part time job in a place where I have worked before and everyone there is very friendly and encouraging and they understand when depression and anxiety are like! which is wonderful!!
BUT
I don't sleep. The doctor has prescribed me some medication to help with this and although I feel it helps me get OFF to sleep... it doesn't prevent me from waking up and lying awake most of the night... My doctor is on holiday at the moment and I don't feel comfortable talking with another doctor because he has seen me through all of this. Also, it is not the first sleeping medication I have tried and I know he is reluctant to prescribe anything particularly strong... I have started taking double the very small dose he originally prescribed - and I know this is dangerous and not ideal, it helps me get at least a little sleep.
I also struggle with food. Everyone tells me to eat tiny things three times a day - but that is a real struggle. I try and make sure I eat a really good and healthy meal in the evening with my boyfriend and although it take me aggges I usually manage it and he is very encouraging. But this is just because I know I cannot run on empty - I LOVE food, I always have, I love cooking it and I have always enjoyed eating it (although I have never eaten huge portions) but now I have no desire for it whatsoever - I have lost a stone and a half since last august and i wasn't big to start with!
Also - I miss Peter. My boyfriend never wants to see him again and dislike that I am even still in contact with him - only on msn, i havent 'spoken' to him or seen him for months. But we were so close and I miss having his friendship - I'm still pretty confused about this one!
So... oh my god, what an essay, sorry its so long!! I just feel like I'm teetering on the edge and its really really scary! Is this normal, is it a part of getting better??? I always figured this wasn't going to just go away overnight but I feel like I'm slowly getting back into the mask wearing way I was before.... I feel better in myself, but I'm still so terrified under the surface it doesn't feel like it'll take much to be straight down at the bottom again - and I'm so worried that this time, if I fall, its going to be so much harder.... But sometimes I feel that if i mention this to someone then they think I'm being negative...
I don't know - sometimes I just feel like I have so many thoughts in my head and even when I get them out I'm not sure what I was trying to say in the first place....

Sorry for such a long post!!