Bright_Eyes13Casual Contributor
My story
Hi everyone,
I'm new to these forums and I'm hopefully about to start my recovery journey so I thought I would share some of my story.
I've always known something wasn't right and in my late teens it all got too much. I just wanted to die and thought everyone in my life had a reason to hate me. I felt down and out with no hope for the future. I planned to take my life then and multiple times in the years that followed but never actually attempted it. I turned to self harm to help me cope with life and how I was feeling. I never felt like there was anyone I could talk to about how I was feeling so I bottled it all up and kept it to myself.
In my early to mid 20's my Mums friend knew something was up and her and my parents got me, well dragged me to a psychologist. I didn't want to go and I wasn't completely honest when he was asking me all these assessment questions. I was diagnosed with anxiety and my gp put me on antidepressants but when he asked me if they were helping and they weren't he just kept renewing my prescription until my psychologist told me I could taper off them. I did and was glad to be off them but hung onto the remaining pills as a back up plan in case things got too much.
I didn't want help then and carried on for years as I was with more planned suicides, more self harm, times where I spiraled and my first and so far only panic attack.
Last year things started to unravel and I was starting to spiral when my beloved Nan passed away. I was devastated and grief took over but surprisingly I didn't turn to my usual coping skills. This year I kinda lost it, I get angry so easily and so much more emotional than ever before. Plus a grief trigger set me off and I relapsed into self harm and added a new type of self harm after almost a year of not self harming. A friend noticed the change in me, that something wasn't right and when she expressed concern and asked me if I was ok, I just started telling her everything. Anyway she's been supporting me and encouraging me to get help and I can finally say I want help now. It's nice to have someone to talk to when things get a bit too much for me too although I'm so used to not having anyone to talk to so it's taking a bit to remember to talk to my friend when things get tough.
Anyway with my friend's support and help I have an appointment with a psychologist next week. I'm glad I'm getting some help but I have low expectations due to usually when things start to get better or I find something that helps it never seems to work out in the long term and I end up back at square one.
I'm prepared to be honest with the psychologist this time around so maybe I'll get the help I need but I'm terrified too and know as the appointment gets closer, the anxiety will get more intense. If I didn't have the support of my friend I would have backed out.