My life has never been easy. Soon as things looking up, or normal things happen to push me back down making me further depressed than I ever thought possible.
in 1989 My nan died. The same day she died my mum had a heart attack and died 2 days later. Bad? - obviously. Within a week my eldest brother demanded that I move out of the house, even though it was left to me as my father had died 2 years before. He tried to take me to court. Result didn't really talk until last year.
This is typical of my life. I live alone and it has been 25 years since I had a relationship. Over the last 10 years my life and depression have been descending in to darkness.
Last January, 2015 I started having a pain behind my eye 6 months later I had permanently lost the vision in that eye. In October I had an operation on my other eye. I have about 60% vision in that eye. I was told at Christmas time that my eyesight is too bad for me to drive. I am self-employed and relied on my car to get to my various jobs.
I have been relying on my bike to get me around. I enjoy it as it gives me freedom, and I enjoy going out on cycle rides and meeting people. It also is helping me lose weight.
Yesterday was the day from hell. As I can't drive to my Wednesday job I cycle to the train station, lock my bike up, catch the train then a member of staff picks me up in her car and drives me 20 minutes to the school where we work. The journey is then reversed. When I got back to the station yesterday I couldn't find my keys anywhere. I thought I'd put them in my pocket when I left home but then I became unsure when I thought about it. Tried phoning some locksmiths but no luck getting through. I walked for 30 minutes to a lock shop where they called a locksmith out for me. Had to wait an hour for him to come. When I got home had to wait outside in the cold. My next door neighbour came home, saw me and ignored me. I had to pay £65 for 30 seconds of work to get me in. Gave him my credit card and it was declined. He took me to the ATM and I paid him in cash. By now it was getting late and I had to work at 5.30. Got a taxi and just about made it. Finished at 7.30 and walked back to the station where I found that my bike had been stolen. The bike is worth £500 and it wasn't insured.
At this point I broke down. The station gave me the number for the British Transport police. When I got home I couldn't find the spare key, I'd lost that as well. I ended up climbing over the wall of the nice neighbour. And falling down as I couldn't see how high their step into their garden was.
I am now stuck in doors. I obviously can't go out as I wouldn't be able to get back in. I can't get another locksmith out as I can't afford it. Just stuck metaphorically and physically. I just can't stop crying, that is apart form when I took a few tablets to help me sleep.
Can't stand my life.