Why won’t the little morons who are trick or treating just leave me alone? All my housemates (all 2 of them) are out on the town and I am sitting here in floods of tears in my pyjamas. I don’t mind giving all my chocolate away, it means I won’t eat it, but I don’t particularly want to be disturbed tonight.
The weekend at my parents was lovely but it’s back to reality now. I’m still no further forwards with the CMHT/CPN/psychiatrist referral. They still think I’m just being “borderline” over it all – my GP told me that one CPN told her that, which makes my blood boil and make me want to curl up and cry at the same time.
My parents ended up taking me to A&E over the weekend, which led to my big secret being out of the bag again. My Mum took it really well but my Dad went off on one and didn’t let it drop. My Mum is furious over the whole mental health referral though and threatened to get involved, but I don’t want her to be.
I’ve been surviving on co-codamol, tramadol and zopiclone this week, as well as my obligatory venlafaxine. I don’t know what’s happening to me anymore.
Ruth
