i had councelling in may because i have issues with food. i eat when i dont want to, stuffing myself till i feel sick, then carrying on, saw councellor twice who said i had compulsive overeating disorder, linked to my abusive childhood. councelling was good. she told me i needed to be refered to a thereapit as i had had my quota of nhs councelling.
i saw my gp who agreed to refer, said it would take 3 months. 4 months later i find out he didnt refer me.
i havent been back.
since then i have struggled more than before the councelling. i have put on 4st in one year. but worst than that i have totally isolated myself, i dont go out, i cant look after myself, forget to brush my hair, ect. i am consumed with thoughts of my past, twisted memories till i get confused and question what happened and why.
i suffer from vivid horrible thoughts, ways my children might die, friends family, me, that i cannot stop.
i struggle to find the right thing to say in public as im scared it will be wrong and everyone will think im a twat.
i dont enjoy anything, i sit on the pc and struggle to do anything else. my children deserve better, they had better than this. i used to be full of life, had a sense of humour, people liked me, my kids had a great mum.
i feel so ashamed, i cant tell anyone, i told my best friend but i dont want to keep going on about it or he will get fed up with me, so i put on a happy face and no one knows how im feeling. in fact no one would suspect i feel like this as i do a good job of covering it up.
i want to go to the doctors, i was on citlopram for pnd 3 years ago for a few months and i need something to help clear the fog, but i dont want to tell anyone, i dont want to tell my hubby, he might think i am not happy with him, (im not really but thats another post) or that its his fault and i cant deal with feeling responsible for him being upset, so i want to get ad's and take them in secret but the secrecy is stressing me out and i havent even started yet. i secretly smoke, and thats stressful, my hubby hates smoking and got very angry when i told him i started again, we went on holiday and i couldnt smoke as we were always together, so he thinks i quit then but i carried on smoking when we got home (at work, hubby works evenings so i smoke when kids in bed outside) i have to hide all evidence, run upstairs, shower, spray perfume, after every cig just in case he finds out and that is really stressful. not sure how im going to cope with the secrecy of taking pills.
i just cannot face the conversation about it. the suprise. the hurt. and i feel ashamed.
i have this feeling that people will think bad of me if they knew, scornful, like i was a bit pathetic.