I know this isn't necessarily the right place for this but I know you'll understand... I keep reading comments asking why people are so bothered if BJ and co were enjoying cheese and wine together in May 2020.
The reason I am "so bothered" is because it's the same May 2020 that I was completely alone while battling severe depression and suffering horrible side effects from the first anti-depressants I was given. I couldn't eat, sleep or even shower at this point, I was so unwell. There were times I honestly didn't know how I would make it to the next day. My Mom is still struggling with guilt and regret, wishing that she had just come and collected me to stay with her.
We were just doing what we felt we had to at the time, but seeing what those who were responsible for keeping us safe were doing, I feel so angry and upset for the version of me that was so scared and lonely. It didn't have to happen yet me and my family are still coping with the effects of it
Apologies, I know there will be others who experienced things much worse at the same time, but I just needed to get this off my chest.
The reason I am "so bothered" is because it's the same May 2020 that I was completely alone while battling severe depression and suffering horrible side effects from the first anti-depressants I was given. I couldn't eat, sleep or even shower at this point, I was so unwell. There were times I honestly didn't know how I would make it to the next day. My Mom is still struggling with guilt and regret, wishing that she had just come and collected me to stay with her.
We were just doing what we felt we had to at the time, but seeing what those who were responsible for keeping us safe were doing, I feel so angry and upset for the version of me that was so scared and lonely. It didn't have to happen yet me and my family are still coping with the effects of it
Apologies, I know there will be others who experienced things much worse at the same time, but I just needed to get this off my chest.