Mental health update

I’m struggling

For the past few weeks/months I’ve been okay. To be completely honest I’ve been quite good in terms of my mental health.

I started to accept what was going on at work and the fact every time I went in for a shift something else had changed. I started to come to terms with the fact my dad was seeing someone new. I started to rebuild my relationship with my best friend that had become a little torn because of the distance with university. I also smashed my first u oversight essay of the year and got an A (or as we call it here, a first) I even got to meet up with my old support worker as friends, because I overcame the dependence I had on him and the relationship we had was a strange one anyway as I had known him so long we had become friends as well as having a working relationship. So all in all, things were going pretty well. I hadn’t felt the urge to self harm. I wasn’t dreading getting out of bed, if even go as far as to say I was positive about the future. My finances were on track and things were the best they had been in a while. I had even come off my antidepressant medication!

Then this week came along.

The weekend started off well, I went to my works Christmas party and had an amazing time. I’m not one to usually go out drinking but I pushed myself and I’m glad I did. The evening started off a little tough as I didn’t know how to go about being in a club or ordering a drink from the bar as I’m not great in new places or in social situations, but my friends helped me out and the evening turned out to be incredible!

When I went back to university it all became a bit much for me and I didn’t go in this week, I didn’t even do work from home. I have literally been in bed all week because I couldn’t face being around people. I got up, showered, went back to bed.

Yesterday I went to work and I did struggle. I knew in myself I was struggling but I pushed through and I ended up winning a day off from a little quiz we did which was nice.

It was the evening that got to me.

I came home, I watched tv then I went to see my brother. We spoke about Christmas and I came away from it realising that I’m likely going to be on my own for most of Christmas Day as my dad is going to his girlfriends, my Mum has passed away and my brother and his girlfriend are spending Christmas with her family this year. So that really upset me, Christmas is a time for family and for me, I only have my dad left really because my brother has his own life, he’s about to get married and start his own family and my Mum is up in heaven. So the fact my dad would rather spend Christmas with his girlfriend of a year than spend it with his son hurts. A lot. Especially because i can’t exactly spend it with my mum. I mean, I probably will spend most of the day at the cemetery. I have already thought about trying to find a picnic rug somewhere and take my laptop with me and watch a film sat by her grave with a big coat on to keep me warm.. but it’s not going to be the most enjoyable thing in the world.

I went to sleep last night and I was upset. I had urges to hurt myself. I didn’t want to get up this morning for work. I didn’t want to do anything apart from stay in bed and cry. Eventually I fell asleep.

When I woke up today I was tired. I hadn’t slept very well. I hadn’t had a good night and I knew I was about to face a day in work of being screamed at by customers.

Not what I wanted.

The urges were so bad and I couldn’t see a way to get through today with the urges so I gave in. I self harmed again.

My previous ones had all healed. They were fading but now there’s more.

When I got to work it started snowing and that made me even less excited about work because I just wanted to build a snow man because for me, building a snow man is what I’ve always done and it is what feels normal when it snows. Anyone that follows my blog knows I don’t like change so to change this habit I have of building a snow man is going to be difficult. Even if I am growing up now.

Work was tough. I kept getting this wave of anxiety that I’ve not had for a while. I kept feeling as though I was about to throw up. My chest kept going tight and I couldn’t breathe properly. My head was pounding. The noise was so loud. People talking all the time. No peace.

I asked if I could change my 2×15 minute breaks to 3×10 minute breaks because I knew that I would struggle only have 2 occasions to get outside in the quiet.

I emailed a manager I feel comfortable with and I tried to explain how I was feeling but she didn’t reply. I tried to push that I needed the 3 breaks but my new direct line manager wouldn’t let me.

It was such a crap day. I just felt so crap all day and I struggled so much.

When I got home I slept.

I’m meant to be going out tomorrow to the Christmas markets but I don’t want to. I don’t think I can. Im not mentally strong enough right now to go out and socialise

I’m struggling a lot. I feel as though all the progress I made had just come tumbling back down and it’s so difficult to keep positive and try and begin making progress again.

I just feel so low and so fed up and I don’t know what to do or how to fix it.

Advertisements

Golden Gate Bridge 

186976986.jpg

The golden gate bridge in San Fransico was opened in 1937.
It’s an iconic, beautiful structure that can be identified worldwide but for me, every time I see an image of it, or I see it on TV I can’t help but be taken back to a very dark time in my life.

As most of you will know, the Golden gate bridge has been used by over 2000 people as a way to end their lives.
That statistic is harrowing. In 2016 alone 39 people died by suicide on the bridge, 184 people were talked down from suicide by the bridge patrol.

For me, in my darkest days, I considered purchasing a one-way ticket to San Francisco.
Looking back, I’m glad I didn’t. I wouldn’t be where I am today had I purchased the plane ticket, my family would be devastated. My friends would have been heartbroken.
Its taken me 5 years to be able to see this. I still struggle, day in day out but I know that I made the right decision closing down the web page and not completing the transaction.

Recently, I’ve seen the bridge a lot on social media and TV shows.
People driving across it, people taking pictures and admiring it but I can’t help but think about all those people who couldn’t see a way out. Those that jumped to their death because they felt so alone, so scared like there was no other way out.

I’m glad to see that a suicide prevention barrier has been installed on the bridge, a net that stretches down the whole length of the bridge and goes 20ft out on either side. I hope that by installing this, fewer people will take their lives and more people will access the help and support they need.
Even if it saves just one life, its worth the money that was paid to install it.

So many people suffer in silence.
Its okay to not be okay.
Its okay to ask for help.

I recently saw this video.
If you have 5 minutes, I think it is well worth watching. Its one man’s story of surviving the jump off the Golden Gate bridge. Its upsetting, but it is also incredibly touching.

If you are struggling, ask for help. Dont suffer in silence.

Change

Not so long ago someone said to me;

“You’re not an odd person, at least 50% of the population are opposed to change.”

I’ve tried to get to grips with this idea and I decided to do my own research. It turns out current research shows that 62% of people are opposed to change.

It’s quite a lot when you think about it, but then again, without speaking to every single person on the planet. How can we possibly know if these statistics are accurate? From where I’m sat, it feels like I’m one of only a few people who doesn’t like change.

Let’s look at it this way. Decorating your house, people often change the colour scheme, it’s considered a relatively normal thing to do. Buying new clothes, a different style to usual. A new haircut. Buying a new car, people rarely buy the exact same car they have just had, they upgrade it, get a newer model, maybe a different colour.

For me, I hate all of these things. They upset me. My dad recently changed a picture that had been hanging on our wall for 5 years and my first instinct was to change it back.
He also moved the room around so the sofa wasn’t touching the radiator so we can have the heating on during winter. When I walked in and it had changed I sat in my room for 3 days and wouldn’t sit downstairs because it had changed.

I hate change. 

The magnitude of it isn’t normal.

Change upsets me. It makes me uncomfortable and it makes me anxious.

In my job, things are changing at the moment. I knew they would eventually, but the changes seem to be happening very quickly. With me only working there 2 days a week, the changes seem to be happening very drastically and I don’t know how to cope with it all. I’m not programmed to deal with change.

I tell people I don’t like change and they say they understand. They say that I’m not alone in disliking change but when it comes down to it, I am alone in these thoughts because no one truly understands how difficult change is for me.

Apparently this week the team I work on has changed, the colleagues I used to sit with have been moved and they now sit elsewhere. I cannot begin to explain how anxious this has made me. I don’t know what I am going into on Friday. I don’t know who I am sat with, I don’t know if I have moved desks.
This shouldn’t be an issue, this shouldn’t be making me feel the way it is.

I feel so confused like I don’t know what is going on anymore because things aren’t the way they used to be and that makes me uncomfortable, it makes me nervous and I hate it.
I know change can be good but its hard to see it at the moment.

Update, life, mental health…

I’ve been inactive on this page for a few months, mainly because I forgot my log in details.
panda2.png

It’s been a very strange few month, my job at the call centre changed, I went from working on the phones to dealing with emails because my anxiety was playing up and I kept having panic attacks.

I’ve got to say, the managers were really supportive in helping me move teams.
I started to get really low when I was on the phones because I’ve never been great at answering calls, I don’t know why its just something I have struggled with for as long as I can remember.

I thought everything was going well, until about a month or so ago when they told the email team colleagues we had to log into the phones every day. I was told I didn’t need to because they understood my situation, however, something changed and I got taken into a room and was told I either take the calls, or they were going to sack me.

This hit me hard. I love my job. I didn’t want to leave and I certainly didn’t want to get sacked.

I agreed to take the calls, and as a result, I’ve been quite ill recently.
The manager that gave me the ultimatum, I don’t talk to anymore, the other managers seem to be on my side and they seem to want to help and support me as much as they can.

My direct line manager has changed recently too, the new person who has taken over seems amazing. We had a 90-minute chat the other day about things, about life and about what is going to happen at work.
It was so nice to have someone I could talk to, a manager who seems to be a peoples manager, rather than a managers manager. By this I mean, he seems to want to help and support the staff, not suck up to his manager.

I’m part-time at my job now as University has started again. I’ve come back and I’m not sure if it was what I really wanted, but I feel as though its what was expected of me and because I’ve done two years already, it seemed silly to not finish what I had started.
I hate being part-time, I hate not being there for a week at a time, so much happens in a week and I return to work and I feel like I don’t know whats going on, I feel like I’ve missed out on important things.
In two weeks time, we are changing the systems we work on. I have had a day training on it, I have a few more training sessions coming up but when it goes live, everyone else will have the support there for a week or two, I’ll have it for 2-4 days… I’m going to be thrown in at the deep end and that scares me. I HATE asking for help, I HATE not knowing what I’m doing because I feel as though if I ask for help too much, people will get sick of me and will stop helping me.

I’m stressed out, I’m off my anti-depressants and I’m fed up. I haven’t eaten 3 proper meals a day in god knows how long. I was home this weekend as I was working and all I ate was a curry on Saturday night and a bagel on Monday…
I know I need to eat better, but I just don’t feel like eating at the moment.

My mind is a jumble of thoughts and feelings, I have so many things I want to post about and get off my chest but I don’t know when I will write them because I don’t really have the time.
Right now I am meant to be doing uni work but I’m not…

stress3.jpg

What do I do now…

This post is likely to be a mess. I just need to type. 

For the past 3 and a half years there’s been one person who has been consistent in my life. One person I’ve been able to rely on for absolutely anything. From cheering me up when I’ve been down, calming me during a panic attack, allowing me to be my true self, helping me when I’ve felt like giving up with uni to the simple things like teaching me to tie shoe laces or having banter with me. 

About 2 and a half years ago this person left his job in my home town and moved to a job 30 miles away. Only, the job he moved to was still a support worker job and it just so happened, about 6 months later I moved 30 miles away for uni and he was there waiting for me to be my support worker again. 

I trust him with my life. I’m not just saying that, I have literally trusted him with my life. I’ve been suicidal and I’ve told him and he’s been the one to help me and get me stable again. 

He’s the one person that knows me better than I know myself. I can feel like shit and he will know why, even if I don’t. 
I just feel so lost and so scared about what the future holds because although I don’t see him all the time, I know that if I ever need him, he would be there. Kind of like my safety blanket. But now he’s gone and he won’t be there anymore and that’s terrifying. 

I felt safe at uni, I felt like I could get my degree if I had him there to support me. I just, I feel so lost and I don’t know what to do anymore… 

Fed up 


I’m feeling completely fed up at the minute. 

It’s “summer” I should be put enjoying it, spending time with my friends and enjoying the next 3 months off but instead I’m working full time. Which is fine by me, I actually enjoy working… but my job only requires me to work 5 days a week. The 2 days off I get I should be using wisely and doing things, hanging out with friends, making memories. After all, I’m 20 now.. I turn 21 this year and then life really starts and I have to find my career and my own house and sort my life out. 

At 20 I should be having fun but instead I find myself sat in my room watching tv and scrolling social media to pass the time. I clock watch for bed time, I can’t wait for the weekend to be over so I can go back to work. 

I like working because it gives me something to do, something to focus on. It surrounds me with the people I work with. There’s always someone to talk to or something that needs doing. Even if it’s just talking to a customer on the phone about where their delivery is! 

The weekends just feel so dull, so empty, so meaningless. At weekends I realise how lonely I am. My colleagues go home to their families, their partners, their children. The younger colleagues go home at a weekend and go out and see their friends. I don’t. I go home to sit alone. 

I have friends at work but they’re just that. Friends at work. They aren’t interested in socialising outside of work, they have their own lives, they don’t want to mix their social lives and work lives and I understand that. 

All my uni friends are in a different city, all my school friends are busy with their new friends. All my other friends are busy with their lives and their families and their jobs. 
It’s times like these my anxiety and depression start to play up because I have nothing to focus on. I have nothing to do and I’m just left with my own thoughts and feelings and that’s when everything just seems so dark. It’s times like these I feel so fed up and down that I don’t want to go out and socialise because it seems so pointless but the reason I’m so fed up and down is because I’m not socialising.  It’s just a vicious cycle. 

Call centre customer service job 


I guess growing up I never thought I’d end up landing myself working in a call centre. It wasn’t on my “life plan” so to say. 

Retail, yes. Pointless part time jobs, yes. Working full time in a call centre over summer… not really my life ambitions. 

That said. I’ve been there for just over 2 weeks now and I don’t really have a bad thing to say about it. Everyone that works there is like a big family. You can’t go anywhere without someone saying hello or asking if you’re okay. 

My manager is amazing, to be honest, all the managers seem amazing. It’s also lovely working with such a diverse group of people! There appears to be no discrimination at work. We have people who are old, young, black, white, Asian, gay, straight. Literally all kinds of people and it’s amazing to see everyone getting along and working as a team. 

Yes, we do occasionally get customers who make us want to do this 


But I guess you get that at every job. 

For me it’s amazing to be 2 weeks into a job and not have a bad thing to say about the place or the people. I’m happy there and I enjoy going to work. I look forward to work the minute I finish a shift. It’s such a bizzare feeling for me but at the minute I am happy and I am enjoying it.