Hi everyone! Six months ago, soon after a after a career crisis, my wife
convinced me to go to the GP - she knew all was not well. I did also,
but was more focused on my need to go away that day to be alone and
think things through. However, we went ...
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Hi everyone! Six months ago, soon after a after a career crisis, my wife
convinced me to go to the GP - she knew all was not well. I did also,
but was more focused on my need to go away that day to be alone and
think things through. However, we went to the GP and I ended up in
hospital for the next four nights. In hindsight, possibly the best
decision I/we have made. Also my previously unspoken feelings of sadness
were now out in the open. Maybe my loved ones now better understood the
cause of everything they had put up with over a long period of time - I
hope so. I have always been a loner – perhaps partially due to being
target of bullying as a young boy. Withdrawing socially equated to
self-preservation. As an adult, I remained that way with few friends of
my own, and certainly none that I could talk to about how I was feeling,
let alone meeting for a coffee and sharing a joke. While people around
me saw me as the ‘strong and silent type’, it was far from the truth.
Appearing strong, calm and collected was (I think now) a self-defence
mechanism. I did not want anyone to get too close to me – always on my
guard, never trusting people, always looking for anonymity. In more
recent years I also started to self-medicate with alcohol. These days,
every day is pretty much the same as the previous - lack of motivation
and fatigue. Often I still need to be alone with my thoughts and going
for long walks on the beach – sitting on a rock and contemplating what
the future holds. Recovery is one step forward and two steps back. I had
a couple of reasonably good weeks, but then ‘it’ started creeping in
again. All the symptoms of a relapse were there. My medication has now
been progressively increased to a point where, it is at its max. On the
whole, I am OK for now. I stopped drinking alcohol (6 months cold
turkey) so that will help the meds to work better. My plan is to not
look back, but to instead focus on the future. I am resigned to my fate
of living with this illness probably for the rest of my life. Having
resigned myself to that fate, makes life somewhat easier, but not
necessarily any happier. Happiness will come with time and patience.
Later this week I will be off on a holiday for two weeks - an
opportunity to chill out and learn a little bit more about my illness,
the practice of Mindfulness, and reading the book Silence of the Mind.
Take care everyone, K