littleredhen
04-04-12, 10:20
I'm still struggling to come to terms with what i have thought was depression for over twenty years. I'm still very confused about symptoms and trying to think about what it is I am actually suffering.
This morning, I had a experience that I realised is quite common for me.
I was walking down the road on the way into work when I heard police sirens. This is common in London and doesn't usually affect me. But when I turned round, it was actually a police escort trying to wend their way through the traffic. There were two police cars in front and one officer had got out the car to see what was holding up the traffic in front. Then there was a police security van - the type that usually is used to transport prisoners and this was followed up by two more police cars. All blaring away with their sirens and horns. once it occured to me that they were probably escorting either a highly valuable prisoner or someone highly dangerous I just burst into tears and could hardly breathe.
I had to skulk in a doorway for a few minutes before I could compose myself to carry on.
It occured to me that although I am not bothered when I see just one police car or, say, ambulence, I often get this when I see a 'big drama' unfolding. It's like I just can't control my emotions.
This morning, I had a experience that I realised is quite common for me.
I was walking down the road on the way into work when I heard police sirens. This is common in London and doesn't usually affect me. But when I turned round, it was actually a police escort trying to wend their way through the traffic. There were two police cars in front and one officer had got out the car to see what was holding up the traffic in front. Then there was a police security van - the type that usually is used to transport prisoners and this was followed up by two more police cars. All blaring away with their sirens and horns. once it occured to me that they were probably escorting either a highly valuable prisoner or someone highly dangerous I just burst into tears and could hardly breathe.
I had to skulk in a doorway for a few minutes before I could compose myself to carry on.
It occured to me that although I am not bothered when I see just one police car or, say, ambulence, I often get this when I see a 'big drama' unfolding. It's like I just can't control my emotions.