After 8 ish months of being on antidepressants but psychologically well, I'm depressed and ill again.
If I am honest it snuck up on me covering my world with a big black blanket, removing the colour from my thoughts, I saw it coming so tried to take action, but nothing is immediate and now the situation is deteriorating. Whatever action I take has a waiting list, I have to carry on in the dark and Wait for my turn to get help.
I'm back in a place I thought I had left behind, with behaviours I thought I have left behind.
I am now already struggling with the day to day of university life, my insomnia has got so bad, that when I eventually fall asleep (usually sometime between 4 and 5 am) I literally cannot wake up in time for my 9am lectures. My body says that it is tired and I turn every alarm clock off in my sleep, sometimes walking across my room to accomplish the task.
Assignments seem impossible.
The evaluation assignment we have just been set is terrifying, at a time like this when I am not well I can't see the things that I am good at, I see every mistake I have ever made, I think I am crap at everything although that is possibly not the case.
In a way its good that I have at least recognised that I am unwell again, that's part of the battle isn't it admitting that you have a problem.
How did I get here? Is another part of the battle, I think I have been warn down by stress and recent events reminding me of past negative experiences.
So that it then I'm back to crazy depressed anxious Jemma, waiting for help.