I’ve name changed as I’m ashamed of my feelings. I’m not suicidal and wouldn’t act on but I am incredibly depressed. I’m having weekly private psychotherapy and I’m on anti depressants. Yet, I wake every day and feel worthless and I can’t see the point of me. I hate myself.
I am single and childless, neither of these are by choice, but my circumstance due to complex physical health problems. I have (had?) a great job which I love but I am struggling due to my health deteriorating and I’ve had lots of sickness. They are supporting me lots but at the end of day, I need to well enough to actually attend work. I’m in financial difficulty due to being part time and periods of limited sick pay. I mean, I can pay bills and food etc but I’ve not a penny for any sort of enjoyment or fun. I know it’s not that unusual and life is tight for lots of people. It’s not just the money really, it’s everything.
I’ve gained 4 stone. I was never skinny but I’ve never been this huge. I’ve been binging on huge amounts of food and I am ashamed. I eat like a normal person and then suddenly, I get hit by sadness and I stuff it down by eating what I did today after a filling, health breakfast; 4 bagels with loads of butter, a giant bag of crisps, a potato salad big enough for 4 people. That’s disgusting. My therapist is trained in eating disorders but I’m stuck and not making progress because I feel worthless.
I hate my body, it doesn’t work properly and I punish it further by overeating. I can’t cope with these overwhelming feelings. I’m sobbing while typing this. I don’t know how to move on from this. My health isn’t going to magically get better and every time I begin to accept things, it changes and I need another procedure or end up in hospital and I spiral downwards. I have lots of support; my family, a couple of friends, my therapist, my GP surgery, my specialist nurse but yet, yet........here I am.