My mental health is not good right now. I’m really struggling to get a grip. It’s been a few weeks since my meditation was changed Again and now my diagnosis is no longer Borderline Personality Disorder.
I am diagnosed with clinical depression. I don’t know what to do with this information, as everything on the symptom list for BPD is totally Me. I Am Borderline. My behaviour presents as a Borderline Personality Disorder…
I am hurting – over and over.
Tonight, I text my friends, a group message to tell them how I was feeling, and how I was struggling this past week. It was hard, but I Don’t Do it for sympathy, I only do it for understanding and in the hope that other people will be less afraid to say how they feel.
In all honesty, I did think of suicide again tonight. I feel low, depressed, and worthless. I feel like Meg and Steve are better off without the shouty mother/wife.
Like I said, I don’t say this for sympathy, I say it for understanding of mental health, and Actually of a number of Men that may struggle because their wives are struggling….
I’ve been put on the waiting list for a psychologist to discuss my treatment and further action and counselling, which is a good thing, except for the 18 month wait.
Perhaps, when I see this psychologist, do I discuss my previous experience with counselling/social services?
Was I groomed? Or did I have a love affair with a social worker that was supposed to look after myself and my daughter while going through a custody battle?
Mark told me he loved me. We had a relationship for over two years. I have letters to prove this. He said he would leave his wife, and his career, for Me?!?
Our lives were devastated by this relationship…
Of course, though, once this all came out, it was me that dragged into the mud.
The social worker has a wife and family, Still. His wife is a published author.
I didn’t ruin her family. He ruined mine. He ruined my mind.