Apologies if this turns into a long one....
At the end of 2019/beginning of 2020, I acknowledged that I had taken a nose dive mentally, and had slipped back into clinical depression after 10 years + of self management.
Looking back now, I realise it was an accumulation of a tough couple of years. Becoming a mum, my daughter being very ill, and hospitalised with coeliac disease at 14 months old, job changes, redundancy, generally poor treatment from my old employer, body changes (I had bulimia as a teenager), marriage and money issues etc...
In fact, writing it down, it looks like a lot, and though I tend to pride myself on being someone who can always claw their way back. This time, for whatever reason, it’s been harder than ever.
I had learned some lessons from my past though, and was very keen to not let this current spell of depression have an effect on my job, or my relationships with people I held close to me.
I believe (touching the wood), it has had minimal effect on my work. Apart from being signed off for a couple of weeks back in the summer, when I was seriously considering ending my life. But on the whole, I’ve risen to the challenges of the past year at work, despite all this going on in my head.
Unfortunately, though, it has had an effect on my relationships. One in particular. I had a work colleague, who I also considered a friend. There was a level of feeling there, but outwardly never went beyond the odd ‘moment’, and dodging around the extra level to our relationship.
I could foresee that my illness was going to have a negative impact on that relationship. So I decided to be honest, and opened up to him about it. Initially he was great, and I’m sure cut me a lot of slack for what (on my reflection) would be seen by others as rather emotive and extreme responses from me.
It was very natural in our relationship to bicker, and to have the odd argument. It’s what we did. Though I will totally take the blame, and say in the past year the frequency and severity of our arguing increased.
In the end, we did ‘fall out’ once and for all. When I had looked for his support (as I always had done) but he wasn’t there. A very long story short, a couple of months after that big fall out, he left. We managed to get on more civil terms in the end. But not what we were.
I tried reaching out recently, for his help for a reference. He was polite and professional enough, but dodged any specific chat with regards to our ‘friendship’.
I accept this, and will leave him be, no matter how painful for me.
I know I was incredibly hard work to be around in our last year, and I did try and convey that in his birthday card and the odd message. I do struggle massively to express my feelings through spoken word. I feel very guilty, stupid, and a downright psycho for all of my behaviour now I’m coming out of the other side.
Just how do I forgive myself for it all? How do it get rid of this horrible, humiliating, sinking feeling inside?
Thank you to anyone who’s read this, I’m sorry if I’ve rambled.
At the end of 2019/beginning of 2020, I acknowledged that I had taken a nose dive mentally, and had slipped back into clinical depression after 10 years + of self management.
Looking back now, I realise it was an accumulation of a tough couple of years. Becoming a mum, my daughter being very ill, and hospitalised with coeliac disease at 14 months old, job changes, redundancy, generally poor treatment from my old employer, body changes (I had bulimia as a teenager), marriage and money issues etc...
In fact, writing it down, it looks like a lot, and though I tend to pride myself on being someone who can always claw their way back. This time, for whatever reason, it’s been harder than ever.
I had learned some lessons from my past though, and was very keen to not let this current spell of depression have an effect on my job, or my relationships with people I held close to me.
I believe (touching the wood), it has had minimal effect on my work. Apart from being signed off for a couple of weeks back in the summer, when I was seriously considering ending my life. But on the whole, I’ve risen to the challenges of the past year at work, despite all this going on in my head.
Unfortunately, though, it has had an effect on my relationships. One in particular. I had a work colleague, who I also considered a friend. There was a level of feeling there, but outwardly never went beyond the odd ‘moment’, and dodging around the extra level to our relationship.
I could foresee that my illness was going to have a negative impact on that relationship. So I decided to be honest, and opened up to him about it. Initially he was great, and I’m sure cut me a lot of slack for what (on my reflection) would be seen by others as rather emotive and extreme responses from me.
It was very natural in our relationship to bicker, and to have the odd argument. It’s what we did. Though I will totally take the blame, and say in the past year the frequency and severity of our arguing increased.
In the end, we did ‘fall out’ once and for all. When I had looked for his support (as I always had done) but he wasn’t there. A very long story short, a couple of months after that big fall out, he left. We managed to get on more civil terms in the end. But not what we were.
I tried reaching out recently, for his help for a reference. He was polite and professional enough, but dodged any specific chat with regards to our ‘friendship’.
I accept this, and will leave him be, no matter how painful for me.
I know I was incredibly hard work to be around in our last year, and I did try and convey that in his birthday card and the odd message. I do struggle massively to express my feelings through spoken word. I feel very guilty, stupid, and a downright psycho for all of my behaviour now I’m coming out of the other side.
Just how do I forgive myself for it all? How do it get rid of this horrible, humiliating, sinking feeling inside?
Thank you to anyone who’s read this, I’m sorry if I’ve rambled.