I'm feeling rubbish today. I've been taking antidepressants for about two years, and they have helped me. I don't think I'm presenting as depressed as such anymore, but there are issues in my life that are causing me a lot of pain.
I have a counsellor but they've been off sick for about a month now and I don't know when they'll be back at work. I don't have any family I can confide in but I have a few people I know from church. I won't see any of them this week unless I go out of my way to arrange a meet up.
This morning I locked myself in a cubicle in a public toilet and had a bit of a cry because the pain was too much. I really, really wanted a hug but there was nobody who could give me one. I dug my nails into my skin because I was hurting so much.
I'm not great at reaching out to people for help. There are a couple of people (from church) who know a little bit of what I'm going through, but they're all so busy and I find it really hard to articulate what is actually wrong. I'm not even sure I know. I'm tempted to just default to my natural position of just getting on with it and pushing through, because realistically I could be feeling a lot worse, but there is a tiny part of me that wants to let someone else know. I wish I had a close friend to tell where it wouldn't be such a risk to reach out, but I don't. It would have to be someone I don't know that well, and I'd have to risk them seeing me as the "needy" one, again.