Life or something like it
Unusually, a Public Service Announcement:
Ok, so it's been a while since I wrote here. Quite a while. Months, actually.
I can tell you were all bothered because no one emailed me, and you were obviously thinking I needed some time and space to myself :) And you weren't wrong.
In December 05 I was hit by the depression bat once again, BIGTIME. I mean, panic attacks, hallucinations, the works. I'm still not well, but I'm getting better, thanks to a great doctor, some decent meds (no, still not lithium, thanks for asking) and a really rather good counsellor.
The boss that was bullying me has not been my boss for some time, thank the lord and lady. I could have gone for constructive dismissal, but frankly - I had other fish to fry. Like getting better.
Those that know me, know the parts of my past, my childhood and my adolescence that still, apparently, affect me to this day. There's a lot of stuff in there, a lot of it repressed, and I'm trying to find ways of dealing with it.
So I am here, I am hanging on, and I am getting help. I will get better, it's just taking time. I do think about all my friends, and I think about all the general shit that's happening out there in the world. I just can't be of much use until the shit in here is shovelled.
I made this entry public because I'm not afraid to say I'm ill. But you'll be glad to know this is likely all I'll be saying on the matter.
Ok, so it's been a while since I wrote here. Quite a while. Months, actually.
I can tell you were all bothered because no one emailed me, and you were obviously thinking I needed some time and space to myself :) And you weren't wrong.
In December 05 I was hit by the depression bat once again, BIGTIME. I mean, panic attacks, hallucinations, the works. I'm still not well, but I'm getting better, thanks to a great doctor, some decent meds (no, still not lithium, thanks for asking) and a really rather good counsellor.
The boss that was bullying me has not been my boss for some time, thank the lord and lady. I could have gone for constructive dismissal, but frankly - I had other fish to fry. Like getting better.
Those that know me, know the parts of my past, my childhood and my adolescence that still, apparently, affect me to this day. There's a lot of stuff in there, a lot of it repressed, and I'm trying to find ways of dealing with it.
So I am here, I am hanging on, and I am getting help. I will get better, it's just taking time. I do think about all my friends, and I think about all the general shit that's happening out there in the world. I just can't be of much use until the shit in here is shovelled.
I made this entry public because I'm not afraid to say I'm ill. But you'll be glad to know this is likely all I'll be saying on the matter.