September 12, 2018
..is it a conicidence I am 42 in 3 weeks? Hmm..
Depression level:⬆️ 3/10
Anxiety level: ↔️1/10
(Another blog when I should be asleep...but hey, I feel I can sleep better after writing down my thoughts)
Above is a photo of the place I was born. Louise Margaret Hospital in Aldershot.
Sadly a dilapidated shell - currently - but will be the centrepiece of a new suburb being built in the town.
Kind of sounds like me really. Begins life with a purpose, gets neglected for decades and then is restored to it's former glory.
I don't remember much of my before I was 12 - i.e. before the fatal bus accident I was in - but looking at my old school reports there was a lot of potential.
Sadly my school reports after 12 just sunk into mediocrity - and worse.
My numbness of the next 18 years began to fade when at 30, when I was told I never had counselling for the bus accident.
I won't go into the detail, but that triggered my PTSD.
This caused a breakdown at work a couple of years later - which started a long road of:
- Personal neglect,
-Trying to work out why and what my family did in the past - to make sense of it all.
The resulting mental abuse from my family, caused me to spiral into depression and anxiety.
This ultimately ended my 11 year relationship with my girlfriend, despite her best efforts to help. I am truly grateful.
So, 42. The meaning of life. I am spending my birthday in Tenby, Wales. Hopefully its a good starting point for my future.
Cymru am byth!
Conflicting Thoughts - 30 years of Depression, Anxiety and PTSD
June 28, 2019
Q: The meaning of life? A: 42
Good news ≠ good mental health
July 28, 2019
The Rising Phoenix
June 22, 2019
Please Stop. :(
April 20, 2019
Cymru am byth
February 28, 2019
2018: A year in review
December 19, 2018
December 2, 2018
November 2, 2018
July 2019 (1)
June 2019 (3)
April 2019 (1)
February 2019 (1)
December 2018 (2)
November 2018 (1)
September 2018 (2)
August 2018 (7)
July 2018 (5)
I'm busy working on my blog posts. Watch this space!