RE ADs
I've had depression and anxiety for years, on pills for years
They don't touch the sides on this scenario, they've kept me alive and holding down a job over the years but I've upped my dose when this happened and still no result
I was first called to a parental death bed twenty years ago and yet HERE WE ARE AGAIN.
I can't hold on to the idea that there will be an end, I might actually die first. I don't mean that melodramatically. It's a genuine statement. There is something about their generation, they are made of steel.
It's a huge fight to get a tranquilliser out of any of the GPs at my surgery. My doctor didn't even believe this rise in blood pressure was caused by all this. He's keeping an eye and thinking to medicate.
DP thinks it might be better for me to just walk away. The trigger this morning was dad asking me to do something, on very short notice, that no less than three friends offered to do for him already. All he did was rant at me about how they were vultures enjoying his illness (total rubbish).
I thought my breakdown on the phone was enough for him to get things in perspective but no, he called again two hours later and said cheerily "are you feeling better now".
My face is so swollen from crying, I can see my cheek from the corner of my eye.
Apologies for the self absorption. I thought after years and mental health issues, a spinal injury, and carrying on helping them out, there would be a time I enjoyed my life. Perhaps I'm breaking my heart because I can't see that future any more.