6 Months ago today…
I was sat in the office of my Dr crying my eyes out as I finally revealed the depth of my depression to someone for the first time.
I had finally overcome my stubbornness and stopped pretending everything was okay.
I can still remember the sense of relief when the Dr told me I had depression like it was yesterday, finally I knew there was actually something wrong with me and that it was not all in my head. I had lived in denial for so long I was convinced there was nothing really wrong me and I was simply going mad.
This is why I feel so strongly about helping other men in my situation, knowing how bad I felt inspires me to make sure that it does not get to the suicide attempt stage before asking for help.
Six months is not really a long time in the grand scale of things but for me it has felt like a lifetime and I am very proud of how far I have come in that time. More good days than bad, although the bad are very bad, but I am learning more each day about how to combat the symptoms and triggers of the bad days to ensure that as bad as they get they will never again tempt me onto the window again.
Yet there is still a long way to go starting with my visit to the mental health hospital on Thursday for my “initial screening” as it is possible I have bipolar disorder according to my Dr following on from our last appointment.
If I can continue on the current path I am on I have faith all will work itself out in the end, one way or another but without the appointment with my Dr on 28th March one thing is for sure and that is that I would not be here to help others.
If I can seek help then what is stopping you?