Wow, so humbling to read and to feel all of the words and thoughts of support today.
It makes it that much harder to report back...
I didn't make it.
As a word of warning, I'm not feeling very eloquent tonight, so writing may be uncharacteristically difficult, but after having done a fairly appalling job of managing and minimising my rising stress throughout the night, I set out for the train close to panic, and got there before I'd even reached the station.
It was frightening, humiliating, horrible.
It seemed to take forever to even make my feet move in the right direction to take me home again when I knew I could go no further. It took hours to stop shaking and feeling cold. Actually, I'm not quite sure that either of those things have really stopped yet.
E-mailed my boss, too much of a coward even to do the adult thing and phone in. His response was that it was ok to have a false start (he may have even anticipated it), and that I shouldnt' stress, etc. I barely read the rest.
It's been a long day, a day full of shame, of needless and self defeating self hatred and sabotage. I hate it when I get like this, when it seems almost physically impossible to stop the onslaught of hatred and failure that pour out of me like some sort of toxic bloodletting.
T phoned this afternoon, just as he'd said he would, to see how my first day back had gone...
That hurt too. More guilt, shame, failure...
God, I'm so tired.
He pointed out what he always does, that regardless of the challenges, I am always better off, and better generally, when in the routine of work and with the human contact and connection that it brings. The longer I am alone and isolating, the worse I get.
He wants me to try again tomorrow. I told him I would. I don't even want to think about what I think or feel or believe.
God, so tired.
Maddog