So sorry this is so long and rambling, if you make it to the end, have a cookie :) I first got mentally ill at 14 but it wasn't picked up until I was 16. I was put on prozac and told to self-refer to counselling. Mum (although definitely felt loved by her) would abuse alcohol and Dad had just left.
I used to feel much safer when I had the care of a cpn and psychiatrist (from 19 until 26, I was in supported housing which had a care package). I couldn't keep living with different people every year though, partly me and partly them (all tenants had mental health problems). After 5 years I was dying for my own space.
I live in a first floor flat by myself these days but also no care. I have approached the mental health services over the years when in crisis but pretty much told; go to a&e if your self-harm requires attention. So these days it is usually emailing the samaritans (which are really helpful but still feel guilty using up resources!).
I am on 60mg Duloxetine daily for anxiety and 4mg Risperidone nightly for preventing, for me personally, hallucinations and to relax me before bed and crazy thoughts.
Most days I just wake up thinking, ok, sucks, you're awake again. But also, try harder to be positive and look for things to ease anxiety or make me feel 'happier'. I turn 36 next month. The worst thing I dread is getting old, seriously is this what I have to do until I die (of natural causes)? I try not to dwell on that as it freaks me out. I don't work but I am hardly living the high life. The one thing that keeps me going is my Sister's dogs. But I soon realised when were having a talk the other day about them (she's my support bubble and has been since it was allowed, I go every Tuesday). One turns 10 this year and she said when he passes she won't be getting company for the one remaining dog. And then she said when the other passes 'they might have some time without a dog'. I just nodded but instantly thought, well, I won't want to come around as much.
I have a Nephew (3 years old) and a Niece on the way. Couldn't love them anymore and hope they grow up happy and healthy. But children really test my patience and are demanding. I do not enjoy spending time with them by choice. Please be aware I would never hurt/harm a child, it just gives me so much anxiety even with my own Nephew as I just constantly feel like he's going hurt himself (& that stresses me!).
Whereas the dogs are like a therapy to me. I am the dogsitter. Pre-covid, whenever they went on holiday I would stay with them at my Sister's house (1 week, 2 weeks at the longest). They are work but I love their hugs and kisses and the fact they are happy to see me even if I just popped to the bathroom, lol.
I didn't go out at all until my Sister got her first dog 10 years ago but I got into a routine and caught the bus to look after him whilst they were both at work. & then the other one coming along 3 years later meant that I would catch the 7am bus and stay until 4pm so they wouldn't be alone. They were/are my motivation. I will be completely lost without them.
I know it might 4/5 years away until they both pass but what then?!