I’ve been doing so well for so long.
I suffer with depression, anxiety and OCD (intrusive, repetitive, distressing thoughts)
Middle of the week something happened which left me feeling on edge. I started ruminating, feeling disconnected from my family and wanting to go to bed early (all early warning signs)
Today I inadvertently read something, while already feeling anxious, that’s sent me into a tail spin.
I’m so tired but too anxious to sleep. I just feel so sad that this is my life. That at any moment the rug can be pulled from beneath me and I can fall back into this pit of despair that I have to somehow claw myself out of.
I’d give so much for consistently good mental health.
I’ve got a good life with family and children. I work and have a lovely home.
I don’t know why I’m posting. I have people I can reach out to but I’m just lying here feeling very alone feeling as though m it’s only me in the world this evening in this mess.
I hope anyone reading this is having a peaceful evening