I couldn't give a shiny shite about this post being outing because I will make change after.
5 years ago I got told I couldn't have children, no how no way not a option. It was a bolt out of the blue and it caused me to become extremely depressed, however it also kicked off my very first schizophrenic/ bi polar episode. I mention both as they thought it was schizophrenia when I eventually told anyone what I was thinking and feeling but it was actually bipolar with hallucinations in mania.
Ok in late 2019 I started experiencing psychosis and it didn't end until 2021. I was lying to all my friends and family about how great I was at making cake, I was ordering cakes that I made and had other people (1 person a professional kitchen) ice them, and then in my psychosis I thought done the whole thing when they dropped it off and I told everyone I was amazing at making cakes.
Then I got found out (obviously
), my husband nearly divorced me because I was disgusting. I went to hospital and got sectioned, then released as the closest bed was in Scotland, and the crisis team who said they'd look after me refused when I said I'd been going to the priory previously and I had to go from middle of wales to Altrincham 4 x a week which my mum had to do whilst working full time so that was 4 hours round trip 4 times a week.
My husband told his family (i don't blame them) and they were all of the opinion he should divorce me and he saw them every day and every day they would tell him to divorce me, DH graciously gave me a second chance and his brother said he was making a mistake and he'd be there when he (DH) changed his mind. As such our relationship is fucked with his family.
Anyway I got help, on a fuck ton of medication,'therapy 2x a week still and I thought it was behind me I really did and this brings me to tonight
. A builder in the village we live in was someone I made a cake for (I did make it I just got the cake shop to ice it), and hes recently moved back into the village, he's clearly told a whole host of new people not to trust the lying bitch at x house as I asked a couple of tradesmen to come over and look at a job we need doing. He said no I'll pass on the work, you're house and name is blacklisted in the village, no local tradespeople around will touch with a bargepole, even the ones on google, also it's a small village and people talk
This builder is now working on our next door neighbours building work for the next 4 months, and the person who sent that text message is his plasterer.
wtf do I do? I just can't get away from what I did 4 years ago. This feels like a walking nightmare. I really do feel like the best thing to do is to just go for a walk into the sea and never return