Friend who I would tell is on a boozy night in London so am going to share here. When I was 18 I had had a lot going on, abusive home, mc, stress with uni work, history of eating probs etc. I was depressed but in denial. One day I got up in the morning and couldnt stop crying, i couldnt function, I walked round to a lady I knows house and sobbed on her doorstep. She gave me some numbers for help i could access asap (she a nurse) and I went in to town to go and see someone but chickend out. I remember walking down lanes in town sobbing - middle of day. I didnt care what anyone thought.
It was like a complete breakdown thing and I realised I needed some help with everything. I attended a young persons health service that evening and saw a wonderful gp (was like a drop in thing) she was so hugely supportive and I agreed after months of being in denial that I needed antids and some help. She prescribed me them and arranged o see me again.
I have never ever forgotten how clearly awful it was that day in town and how wonderful she was.
Anyway tonight was at girls ballet show and backstage after they were on stage we were sitting chatting waiting for them to come back and I went to sit with one of the Mums I know and her friends too. I recognised one of the ladies but wasnt sure how. Then when spoke recognised her accent and she said something about surgery and I realised she a dr. And suddenly it clicked, it was that dr from when I was 18.
I asked her later had she ever worked in yhs and she said yes...I said I remembered her and she said wait you werent one of the young people were you?! She said I made her feel old! I said I had seen her on one of the worst days I have had and that I have always remebered that and thank you. She seemed quite touched and I told her I had now been a childline counsellor for 2years due to my experiences and how people had helped me. It was so lovely to be able to say thank you and see her and tell her that the uni work I was so struggling with paid off and I got my degree etc. She touched my arm when leaving and said she was so pleased to hear I was well now.
Was just such a surprise blast from the past I had to share with someone! I think knowing the last time I saw her I had been so terribly ill and low was so odd. I feel a bit funny about it, not in a bad way, it was sort of nice just a bit...funny.