I've made it through xmas and new year - go me. I've been having daily visits from the CT although I cancelled the one today after having a bit of a barney with the woman who I saw on Mon. She basically said that I didn't have a health problem and in her opinion, it was because I couldn't cope with / do my job.
What a load of bullshit. So I've basically been working at this level since 07 but suddenly I'm not ill, I'm just incompetent? Fuck that. Which bit of two psychs diagnosing me as bipolar AND the fact that if I'd not fucked about with my meds I wouldn't have ended up in this mess, does she not get. If I want someone to tell me that I'm just not good enough at what I do, or to undermine my self-esteem, I can go and see my mother, and at least then I'll get a cup of tea while she's making me feel like crap.
So there you go. The incessant thoughts of suicide, the planning, the sorting of my financial affairs, the panic attacks, the hallucinations and the depersonalisation - not a mental health issue. I just can't do my job and its making me stressed. Words can't describe how I felt after that meeting. Once I'd managed to stop crying and moved into being fucking furious, a whole day had passed.
The only thing that is keeping me going is the shed loads of tranquilisers that I am taking to get through each day. When I said to her that things just seemed pointless, she said "Well thats life really isn't it. Its monotomous and maybe if you accepted that you'd be able to get on with it."
So there you go again folks. If you start feeling that your life is pointless and not worth living, go and embrace monotomy and get on with it.
I'm bloody howling again now. 7 months off work, nearly 2 months as an inpatient, 3 suicide attempts and a complete sense of being detached from reality and its because I can't do my job and its making me stressed, and I am expecting too much from life.
How am I meant to bother with the CT after that? How?