I am moving house, job, area. A survivor. A Mum. I had 4 weeks left in a very stressful job. I was so hoping to get to the end and move and start afresh knowing I had closed a chapter quietly.
Today I had a very very stressful day, sworn at, assaulted, and it was just the final straw.
I get up at normally 5.30am I leave the house at 7am and I'm back at 6pm -collect the kids, sort them and I haven't slept in months. Not properly. I'm moving away from an awful ex husband and moving to friends and family. I have a new job in hopefully a lovely lovely place -it certainly seems lovely and I will be leaving the house at 8.30 am and back by 5pm.
I phoned my GP after a horrible experience at work and he cut me off mid tears and said "That's it Tomorrow. Enough. You are signed off now until your leaving date.Done. You can't do this anymore. You can't" -he's been with me every step of the way over the last 6 years of hell and supported my move and new job. He phoned me an hour later and I was still shaking. So that's it, I'm signed off for the last few weeks. I work in a dangerous environment at the moment in terms of stress levels and because of my role I'm in contact with lots of people each day -most of whom will not wear a mask to speak to me despite the rules etc today before I was assaulted, someone removed their mask and spat at me, swore at me and threatened to urinate on me and then they hit me.Not hard, but over the edge I went.
I'm wired. I should be tired and I'm not. Just checked the time. I'm exhausted but not tired if that makes sense. I can't switch off or destress. The kids are all asleep and I just want the world to stop spinning. We were moving house etc in 3 1/2 weeks, now we are going in two weeks. Work don't know yet, that I have been signed off. I feel shocked, a relief in some ways that I don't have to go back and in other ways -trauma.