Thank you Loopdesoup.
I'm not really sure where to start with mine. I guess last summer. I had a job I didn't love but didn't hate. After a company restructure the workload doubled overnight, then in the next 3 months it went up by the same amount again. At the same time my boss' deputy who had never liked me took up constantly micromanaging me, bitching about me to others and criticising everything I did, especially in front of an audience. It was a role where I had to liaise with different companies and departments to get things done and as everyone was now under pressure I ended up being the central point for everone's complaints. For example the IT system was falling apart (due to not having the budget or the workers to mend anything properly, everything was patched up until next time it went down) and I seemed to spend as much time listening to whinges about that (that I could do nothing about) than I did my actual job.
Come the start of November I was having panics every morning, I was late often as it would take me several attempts to get out of the front door. I existed on coffee and Red Bull to stay focused at work and I'd come home at night and drink to get to sleep. Work felt like I was walking into a war unarmed. I was actually wishing something awful would happen to me so I didn't have to go another day like this.
At the end of November I spent several days lying in bed crying, barely able to move. Somehow I got it together enough to call in sick and call the doctor, who took one look at me and signed a sick note.
I went back to work mid January. Nothing had changed except the bitch ramped up her bullying. After 2 weeks I could feel my health going downhill again.
Then I lost the job. My on-site boss (the client) told my managers she didn't want me on site again as my time off sick had been disruptive to the business. There were meetings back and forth but she wasn't changing her mind.
I walked out of that building with a feeling of sheer relief.
I had a meeting with my managers to end the contract a week later and they couldn't have been nicer to me. I'd worked for them for years with no complaints and they were sad to have to finish me but agreed to a good reference and a small settlement.
I'm starting to build myself back up slowly. I go to the gym, do yoga and go to guided meditation classes, as well as seeing a CBT counsellor. I don't drink and limit my caffeine intake. But it's going to take a long time as I'm wrecked. I lost a stone in a couple of weeks at the worst point then went back into work and lost another half-stone in 3 weeks. My face looks 10 years older, my hair is thin and my body is bony with sagging skin. I feel the cold easily and am tired most of the time.
Around the start of November I started seeing a man and hit it off well with him. Of course being drunk and halfway mad I fucked it up completely and lost him. I'm 36, have always been single, childless, I live in a houseshare and now that looks like the way it will stay. Who the hell is going to be interested in a complete relationships novice who also has a broken brain?
I'm feeling better than I was and people assume I've recovered, but no-one realises this stage can be as bad as the crying-all-day part. Because this bit feels completely flat. A friend who is a psych nurse explained that as I was bouncing from crisis to crisis I would have been flooded with adrenaline and other stress hormones, as well as all that booze and caffeine, and it is like kicking a hard drug addiction. Rehab blues are well known and a reason for many a relapse or other bad decision.
There are times when every day feels like 3am all day long. No light to be seen and no good decisions to be made. My fight is not to contact this bloke. We have a mutual friend so the day will come I'll see him again. But I know I mustn't do it. He made his choice. But still I feel lonely as hell but terrified of starting anything new, and I do know I'm not ready to date anyone yet. But it's tough.