six months now, couple different therapies and couple different medications and I finally thought I had cracked it and could at least live my life like normal again, not waking up every day dissapointed that I was still alive. Leaned on my friends so much that they refuse to talk to me now so I have to keep my mental state a secret from everyone I talk to which just reminds me of the friends I have pushed away. I thought that if I got better and told them that I was better that they would like to talk to me again... I was wrong and it hurst me a lot. Last week I just sent them a message saying that I hope they're okay and that I've made really good progress and I'm basically back to normal again; which I was and I was so happy about it.
Now this: Mum says I should try one of those mental health walks, meet up with some other people and take a short walk around the park twice a month and just talk about or be with like minded people with mental health challenges. I didn't really want to but mum insisted so I agreed, mainly to make her happy. I have no capacity to think about anything at the moment so I just let her handle it all. It was a complete shambles. Walking up to the pavilion alone I felt so uncomfortable because I had no idea who I was meeting or where I was going, mum had told me nothing, what if they had a massive banner saying "haha look at all these weak minded broken people"? Realistically that's the only way I would have been able to find them. What if I sit down on my own for 5 minutes then get up and join the group because I suddenly realise who they are? What an embarrassment and failure. I was so uncomfortable already that I just wanted to disappear. I decided to bite the bullet and texted mum, I tried my best not to be aggressive in any manner but it still came out passive aggressive. I'm so angry at her for causing this and putting me through this but I know that she doesn't know any better and I know the anger is just cause my emotions are totally out of balance. I asked her who I'm supposed to be meeting and she just gave me a name like I'm supposed to know who that is, like I'm supposed to stand up in front of all these people and ring a glass and shout out "excuse me I'm looking for ___ ". It makes me so angry and the truth is that she did cause this and she is an idiot and that I do have a reason to be mad at her but I don't want to be. This story is already too long so I'll cut it short. I say I want to leave she, she doesn't listen, starts wandering around looking lost like an idiot. I ask her to be quite and she say's that I don't meant that and starts talking more and louder about my challenges like she wants everyone to know what a failure I am. She always does the complete opposite of what I want and ask her to do and it makes me so uncomfortable. I focused all my energy on not just breaking down and crying right there, I almost lost that battle. I just left and got out of there. The whole situation brought back some pretty bad PTSD for me too. I want to crawl under my bed and cry again. I thought I was over these breakdowns, I guess I was wrong. Time to start again, better call the doctors on Monday
Thanks for reading this boring and meaningless rant, I'm okay really, just have to stay distracted.