My mum was incredibly supportive. I feel so much better having told her. She said she knew something has been wrong for weeks, but didn't want to push the subject.
On Friday I got in touch with a charity that helps victims of crime. I didn't want to approach them before as I saw myself as a witness, not a victim. But they consider witnesses as victims too.
Hopefully they will get back to me this week, as I feel like I just keep hitting dead ends with getting help and I just feel so down all the time now.
Tiny things keep bothering me and I'm taking tiny criticisms to heart, and it's really starting to affect my work.
The psychologist told me to write down how I feel. I wanted to write it in a notebook, fully as myself, rather than the pseudonym I use on here, but I'm scared of someone finding it and realising just how bad I feel.
I just feel like a tiny thing could lead me to stepping in front of a bus or train. I always thought that I would never do that, but I feel like I am getting closer and closer. The thoughts of how much my family and friends would miss me are getting smaller and more distant, and the thoughts of how much better it would be if I wasn't putting up with this pain anymore.
I'm finding myself wishing there was something physical wrong with me. Some physical reason for the pain I'm in. It's not even just because of how people view physical health versus mental health. It's because I feel weak at the moment. I feel like I should be over this but it's only getting worse.