chappers1980
27-11-11, 11:15
The events of the last few days at work, have really made me question everything again, feel like I've gone back to a how I felt a few weeks ago. I'm not sleeping, not eating, shaky, feeling sick.......and the list goes on.
Am I ever going to get better? Have I caused all this myself? Am I really ill? Am I going to lose my job? Does Citalopram really do anything? How will I know? Have I gone back to work too early? Could I have stopped myself getting like this? Why me? Why is life so difficult? Can I have a year of nothing eventful happening? Why don't people understand? Why can't I ignore the feelings like "normal" people? What will happen if I don't go to work on Monday? Will I make things worse? What if I do go to work on Monday, what if I can't cope? What if Occupational Health think there is nothing wrong with me? What if my boss hates me? Why do I feel guilty?.......endless questions wurring round my mind. Endless decisions going round in mind.
I'm trying so hard to be strong for everyone else that I haven't got the strength for myself. My poor husband. I think family are the forgotten in all this. They are living it too. I feel so guilty for not being able to snap out of this. I feel guilty for taking time off work. I feel guilty for what it must be doing to my husband. I feel guilty for waking him up everyday. I feel guilty for being ill....
I wake up sometimes and pretend there is nothing wrong with me, just to see if it makes a difference and if it is just "all in my mind" as if i am just making it all up for attention like people think. Then the adrenaline rears its ugly head and i'm back to the reality of anxiety and depression.
If one more person tells me to stop worrying i will pan them. If it was that simple, I would have done it.
Thank god I'm starting my CBT tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the poor cow has her work cut out. I feel like I'm walking through treacle at the moment.
---------- Post added at 11:15 ---------- Previous post was at 11:04 ----------
Just read this
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/3962370/Collymore-voices-depression-battle-on-Twitter.html
Couldn't put it better, this is how i feel.
Am I ever going to get better? Have I caused all this myself? Am I really ill? Am I going to lose my job? Does Citalopram really do anything? How will I know? Have I gone back to work too early? Could I have stopped myself getting like this? Why me? Why is life so difficult? Can I have a year of nothing eventful happening? Why don't people understand? Why can't I ignore the feelings like "normal" people? What will happen if I don't go to work on Monday? Will I make things worse? What if I do go to work on Monday, what if I can't cope? What if Occupational Health think there is nothing wrong with me? What if my boss hates me? Why do I feel guilty?.......endless questions wurring round my mind. Endless decisions going round in mind.
I'm trying so hard to be strong for everyone else that I haven't got the strength for myself. My poor husband. I think family are the forgotten in all this. They are living it too. I feel so guilty for not being able to snap out of this. I feel guilty for taking time off work. I feel guilty for what it must be doing to my husband. I feel guilty for waking him up everyday. I feel guilty for being ill....
I wake up sometimes and pretend there is nothing wrong with me, just to see if it makes a difference and if it is just "all in my mind" as if i am just making it all up for attention like people think. Then the adrenaline rears its ugly head and i'm back to the reality of anxiety and depression.
If one more person tells me to stop worrying i will pan them. If it was that simple, I would have done it.
Thank god I'm starting my CBT tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the poor cow has her work cut out. I feel like I'm walking through treacle at the moment.
---------- Post added at 11:15 ---------- Previous post was at 11:04 ----------
Just read this
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/3962370/Collymore-voices-depression-battle-on-Twitter.html
Couldn't put it better, this is how i feel.