Well as with all depression you may think its gone but its always going to come back, how STUPID of me to think i could or even deserve to be happy!
I was on here a few weeks ago under a different name, I wrote an awful lot about my move to london to undertake my masters degree and massive problems with the way my boyfriend treated me?...some of you may remember!
Anyway i delete everything as i realised if you searched my name you could see all my posts...but i was starting to get better. The anxiety had gone away and i hardly cried and didnt get bothered about things as much with my bf. i changed pills but this effect seemed to start happening a few days after taking them so didnt no if i was just changing and id had enough of everything with my bf finally!!
over the past 2 weeks we had really bad weekends of arguing so we talked about what we should do and whether we should split up or not. on monday night we both talked and he had decided to finish it....for my own good as he didnt think he was good enough for me and he wanted to see how we both feel when i move back home (which is end of April).
Ive not been bad, only crying once or twice a day (the pills are keeping me together i think) but i seem to be getting worse, today i have cried so much. i feel so lonely and empty and i cant stop thinking things like 'this time last week we was together still', 'this time last week he was on his way down here to london'. i thought i was coping and could almost handle the thought, they killed me on the inside but didnt feel like crying. However now, ive never thought about taking my own life seriously but i am so fed up of being able to think and being upset and i dont want to be without him. i hate the complete change from only last week.
and im so worried his feelings will change and ill be left even more broken than i am now. im seeing him next week/week after to collect my things from his and he said we can have a talk.
i hate the fact i was almost happy again, even stopped going counselling (it wasnt helping anyway at uni) but i didnt put my name down in the end for the CBT cos i wasnt anxious anymore. i thought we would make it through till id finished uni and then start our lives again but its all been ripped from me.
i know they say take your mind off it but when i do that then remember, its like being punched in the stomach. plus i have nothing to do here, dont have any mates. my only saving grace is going home on thursday but ill feel just as empty there. i always expect to feel better about things when i go home but it makes me on edge when am there =s and its not the relief i seem to expect.