What a tough month its been, Wait.. thats not even correct, I have been working keeping myself busy so not allowed myself to break down yet but its been a mentally challenging month.
I think I finally cracked last night after staying in my bedroom, in my bed for 2-3 days eating very little.. The eating part has been going on for a few weeks now having my on and off days and I have been drinking a lot again .
So this serge of a break down last night which I have been awaiting in anticipation finally whacked me in the face like a wet fish being dragged out of its home.
I was going through this odd serge of creativity been making a website to stick my work on so I can some what have some link to show some potential employers my work, I have also started looking at projects going off locally which might give me a break into that creative paid world we all so much desire. Im meeting someone next week in fact I am quite excited about and really really hoping it will be what I am looking for.
Right well that flicker of my outbursts last night, I decided I needed to get out the house before I turn into a recluse being socially awkward and not wanting to speak to anyone (I turned my phone off for 2 or 3 days at one point) when I turned my phone back on I was like right need to do this shit, so organised to go out the next day with someone, that plan failed but a friend came round for some advice which I think I did pretty well in doing such. Good deed for the day and all that shit!
I had several invites to go places, So I went to a good friends of mine who lives up the road, besides Tequilla was offered. but then someone said a few trigger jokes which I kept it together, yeah there just joking right but still with my mind being fragile after 2 friends deaths this month i'm finding it a whole lot of finding old triggers creep up on me.
Id rather not state what they was but I thought they had gone, then some other triggers someone drove home pissed which reminded me of my friend who recently passed on, he used to do it all the time (Idiot) So I was angry and worried about that. Then more and more of other things enjoyed to creep up on me and then that shitty fucking crap realisation happened that those people was gone.
Despite this I went home to shy from the abducting reality that my mental health is deteriorating again. Just when I was getting a nice pleasant taster of sanity again. So that wet fish being slapped in my face finally caused me to weep for those that I have lost, Its a difficult time regardless at the current moment anyways seems it be a year since Becky passed on next week, its all a little fucked up. I miss her so much I'm finding it difficult to even be able to put it into a package of words.
A friend wants me to goto a gig tonight but I don't think I will go. Social situations evidently of last night are risky when shoved with the wrong people. How do I know if I wont break down seems its given me a waving reminder last night.
I informed a select few people of just how bad my head has been the past few days but never explaining the extent, How can I, My friends doing worse than me and its my time to look after her so I am going to have to pull myself together stop being a fucking miserable self pitying cunt and act as if all is fine in the world.
Realistically i'm dragging my feet too close to the floor finically like fuck me how can working make me so worse off that I cant offered to even goto the pub?!
Rant over.
Owl x