Hello, I wish to share my story as I think, hope and pray getting the
feelings out of my mind to people who cannot judge me in person nor see
my state, will help me. I will start by saying I have sought help
through my GP and thus a psychologist. It ...
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Hello, I wish to share my story as I think, hope and pray getting the
feelings out of my mind to people who cannot judge me in person nor see
my state, will help me. I will start by saying I have sought help
through my GP and thus a psychologist. It took a long time, people
telling me I needed to see a doctor for me to seek help. I never wanted
not to be ok. I told myself I was ok. I was not. My mother had brain
cancer almost six years ago. I feel I never grieved as I had to be
strong for my father. Recently he passed away too. The first few weeks
whilst things were busy arranging things I felt I was fine, I was
however running on autopilot. Once all the phone calls, visits came to a
stop I had a hole that was left unfilled. I was in the family home, with
the memories and reminders and my support system, a neighbor who has
known me all my life went away. I felt I had no-one as I had isolated
myself from friends when mum died to concentrate on dad. I still have a
couple of good friends and I think their presence saved me from thinking
or keeping thinking no-one cared. I broke down due to pressures dealing
with dad's estate that I am not going to go into. I could not stop
crying in the solicitors office, and she told me I needed to go see my
GP as it was clear I was not copping. I sat in the car outside the GP's
practice for 20 mins. Eventually I convinced myself I had no choice as
the solicitor knew where to contact my family and knew which doctor I
was heading to. I convinced myself that she would "dob" on me. That was
the only way I could get myself to go in. I did not make it to the desk
before I broke down again. A grown man crying and not able to get any
words out. It affecte me even now I am typing this. I was lucky, the
recpetionist was the sister of a friend. She knew that dad had passed
away recently and she got me in to see the doctor, who also treated dad.
It took me a while to settle down. I am getting help now, it is helping
a little. I am going back to ask for anti depressants as I am still not
coping enough to be a part of society. It is or was hard to tell my
family. They were not shocked. I am only at the start of what will be a
long journey. I cannot get through a day without crying and at times it
only takes a little thing to set me off/ The one thing I want to say is
anyone reading this who has not sought help, please do. It is hard, I
know it is hard. But it is just something you have to do! Thanks
everyone for letting me rant.