Two weeks after seeing my doctor for the first time I finally received a call from the MH team. They asked a bunch of questions that just pushed me to the edge then said they were referring me to the trauma service and I should expect a letter in the next few weeks. That was that, done.
I am so glad I was at my friends house and not on my own because they asked some very probing questions and then just left me. I have been having trouble with self harm to keep myself grounded and if I hadn't been with a friend I would probably have resorted to it which I don't want to do.
Today though I am so on edge I can't switch myself off. I have a meeting tomorrow with the CEO of the charity, apparently it's just an informal chat but I can't stop worrying about it. I mean what kind of informal chat drags the chief exec an hour and a half's drive on a bank holiday Friday just to see one staff member. They have been so supportive but I am so scared I will just zone out during it. An hour after being told on Tuesday that she was coming down to see me on Friday I had gotten myself so wound up it's like my brain switched off. Apparently I was just staring in to space and it wasn't until my friend touched me that they got any reaction at which point I panicked and started to hyper ventilate. She calmed me down by repeatedly asking me to tell her what I was touching and sitting on. I then burst in to tears. I don't remember any of it, only finding myself crying on her being watched by two others.
I feel like I am falling apart. I am still managing to work but I am not sure if trying to pretend I am fine all day means I bottle it all up for when I get home or what. I can't keep going like this much longer.
I am so glad I was at my friends house and not on my own because they asked some very probing questions and then just left me. I have been having trouble with self harm to keep myself grounded and if I hadn't been with a friend I would probably have resorted to it which I don't want to do.
Today though I am so on edge I can't switch myself off. I have a meeting tomorrow with the CEO of the charity, apparently it's just an informal chat but I can't stop worrying about it. I mean what kind of informal chat drags the chief exec an hour and a half's drive on a bank holiday Friday just to see one staff member. They have been so supportive but I am so scared I will just zone out during it. An hour after being told on Tuesday that she was coming down to see me on Friday I had gotten myself so wound up it's like my brain switched off. Apparently I was just staring in to space and it wasn't until my friend touched me that they got any reaction at which point I panicked and started to hyper ventilate. She calmed me down by repeatedly asking me to tell her what I was touching and sitting on. I then burst in to tears. I don't remember any of it, only finding myself crying on her being watched by two others.
I feel like I am falling apart. I am still managing to work but I am not sure if trying to pretend I am fine all day means I bottle it all up for when I get home or what. I can't keep going like this much longer.