I’ve had a really bad night tonight. Much of it is my own fault. However, I’m really struggling not to get angry about the bits that weren’t my fault. I just want to unload. But it’s late, I’m single and live alone... and I feel embarrassed. In so many ways I’m proud of myself because I didn’t let my anger get the better of me tonight, but the other part of me wishes anger wasn’t such an issue anyway. Why should I be proud of myself for not hitting someone or smashing a window? Shouldn’t that be the standard?
I’ve suffered with depression in the past and have spoken to the Samaritans on a few occasions. It has helped, but I can’t help feeling guilty. I feel like whoever I speak to should be talking to someone who’s a higher priority.
I would ring now, but I’ve calmed down a bit and would feel like I’m distracting a volunteer from an emergency. But I honestly don’t know who to talk to about this otherwise. I have good friends, but they’re busy with their own lives, families and partners. I’m single by choice, but sometimes I feel like I have another 40 to 50 years of being on the sidelines.