This last weekend just gone, for the first time in weeks, I started feeling like I was getting better. Then on Saturday I got struck down by one of the deepest depressions I can remember experiencing since puberty. I've been up and down the last couple of days, so today I went to the doctor. She's given me another week and a half off work and has sent me to see a counsellor, and is talking about anti-depressants.
I feel so screwed up, and it doesn't help that BF keeps telling me I'm now officially mentally ill and "nuts".
I am completely freaked about going back to work for a lot of reasons, but now I just want to go back so I can get a new job and quit my current job.
I'm sick of being sick... |