Hey, so this might be a long one but I’ve really had enough.
struggled mental health for around 12 years, medicated the whole way through. suicide attempt 12 years ago resulting in hospitalisation.
gave birth to my beautiful son 9 years ago, while still at uni, moved from Scotland to London with him on my own to build my career - god Knows how I managed it!
Ive always struggled but always been able to achieve but now, it’s a diff story.
2020- My mum shielded through lockdown due to her COPD - she was 67 and was not deathly ill.
2020- we got Christmas together it was lovely first time all together since pandemic started.
Jan 2021 - mum catches covid, everyone does bar me and my brother.
1 feb 2021 - mum dies after struggling for a week, couldn’t see her, barely could talk. Was at hosp for final moments but she was up to high doe on morphine so was sleeping. Sent home after her death with a bag of clothes to isolate for 2 weeks. No hugs from friends. No nothing.
3 weeks later, funeral - 20
people only, turning people away. No wake.
may 2021 - breakdown, police and mental health teams involved, assigned CPN
all the while my partner at time emotionally abusing me, locked outside in rain, told I was a psychopath for struggling in my grief, accused of sleeping with every man alive etc. Ended in him jumping through window at 3am on top of me after smashing it when my wee one was in. He jumped on top of my body I was petrified, called 999 and jump at every noise til this day
september - complained to police as they didn’t investigate. police called me a liar in writing even though they “forgot” to write the charge down properly that he jumped through window on top of me, violating me - so charged with lesser crime and got a quarter of what it cost to replace my window in compensation (still being paid in penny’s every few months because, and I quote- “I have to think about his financial circumstances”)
At same time I entered a trust deed as had to reduce my hours at work as having recurring panic attacks all day, each day. Meaning less pay, more debt - the only thing I have left that’s mine is my mortgage. Hanging by a thread.
I’ve also been the lead for the Scottish and UK covid inquiry for my family so have been trying to keep a handle on that.
october 21 - my dads brother hang’s himself in my cousins house, trying to help my bi polar dad through all this mess while messed up myself - hardest thing ever.
january 22- cousin still birth, caused by NHS not telling her she had diabetes so untreated for months - helping her through the inquiry.
Not to mention partygate when we said bye to via a FaceTime but she had a mask on so couldn’t actually talk. The anger I feel inside about this will never ever go.
Throughout this I’ve developed a skin picking condition, on my FACE which is bleeding and wearing foundation makes worse but Viscous circle as ya know - I need to work!
have severe asthma - still not had covid so still got that worry considering saw mums lungs stop due to the virus.
fast forward to now.
Every time I need to socialise with new people I have panic/anger attacks.
I try to cover my face and weeping sores but little helps, my fatness due to the new meds can’t fit into anything.
even people I know regarding covid, mere months after mum died “oh you need to get back to normal at some point” “oh isn’t it just the flu”. I have no tolerance for the ignorance anymore and I tell people what I think when they’re being insensitive. This hasn’t won me more friends I tell you that! I will never be the same. I’m traumatised.
Impact on real life and my son
tried to take my son to a bday party Sat past - panic/anger attack had to cancel ended up in bed rest of day.
tried to take my son to Ryze (trampoline park) today - again panic/anger attack and had to cancel. Now in bed been crying for hours.
mental health team - go for a walk?! Yeah I would if I could get past leaving the house. “Why do you feel this way” - have you got 3 hours cos that’s how long it’ll take…
friends - they think this is just me now, an anxious sad wreck who cancels all the time.
family - going through their own pain, don’t need mine on top.
im trying to work, be a single parent, live, work through the grief, work through the domestic abuse, work through the anger I feel towards institutions which should have protected us (police, nhs etc) and all the while it’s summer. Ohhhh it’s hot so smile and get outside.
How can one human brain handle all of this pain and still pretend to everyone that I’m surviving. When I’m not.
I’ve had enough but I don’t want to. I don’t even know if that makes sense. I honestly don’t see anything ever getting better and it hurts because I don’t want this to be the mum my son remembers.
i am in so much pain it’s unbearable. I don’t think anyone knows HOW to help. All I know is if I had money, I could pay to get better through a therapist. But I don’t. So here we are…
answers on a post card as to how I can get out of this hole please. Im on medication so much I am like a walking tic tac box. Can’t afford private counselling. Got to still act like everything’s ok when it’s not at work.
at end of my tether…