Sat in my recliner wrapped in my comfort blanket like a poorly child. The only difference being Im (physically) not a child, and the poorly isnt physical either. Its been a real rollercoaster of a year with some extreme highs, and now, some incredible lows that would scare the shit out of Dante. I pretend Im coping, mainly to protect others, and to try and convince myself that its a transitional bout of depression thatll pass. But having doubled my antidepressants and necking enough tranquillisers to floor an elephant I seem to be in an almost constant state of panic, depression and overwhelming fear that Im losing my mind. Even simple tasks are being ignored, and Im constantly on the verge of bursting into tears. This posting isnt for sympathy, its for understanding. Im usually the fixer, the doer, the listener. Sorry, but I just cant be there for anyone at present. I cant even look after myself.
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 11:46:13 +0000
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