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This year has been tough, I’ve faced many challenges. I thought that I had made progress, but they were false starts. This time last year I was looking forward to having my medication reduced as my Gp had said I had made good progress. I was feeling more positive about the future.
So I started 2017, looking forward to a positive year. Things started off ok, I had a third course of therapy. This went ok and once more I was fooled into a false sense of security.
Little did I know that my mental health problems were to be the focus of the rest of the year. In July I started to realise that something was wrong. It started out as a dip. Within a month I went back to my Gp, he gave me a full medical and suggested that I may be Bipolar. He arranged for me to see a psychiatrist. There was worse to come.
In early August I had a breakdown, during this time I had a choice to make. To ask for help or take the final decision to end it all. Suffice to say, I reached out for help.
In September, I made a decision to report what happened to me, to the police. This triggered a new depressive episode. This was more serious than before. I couldn’t work for a month and this frustrated me.
The process of reporting to the police has taken its toll on my mental health. On a positive note, my drama has saved my life, with some of the best friends anyone can ever have.
So now I’m waiting for long term therapy, which I hope will deal with the abuse once and for all.
Here’s to a positive 2018.