| Posted: 09 June 2007 at 12:48pm | IP Logged
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Yep, the inevitable has happened (and as my Counsellor predicted) I had a breakdown at work (of all places) yesterday. It was horrendous. My work has been sloppy lately due to a) being clinically depressed, b) feeling emotionally and physically exhausted and c) stopping my medication (unplanned) for a week.
Good points are that now my boss knows (and is shocked and surprised), but is being very supportive, and I feel like a burden has been lifted. The boss said he'd never have guessed and chose me for the job as I was the best candidate. It's just lately people have been commenting on my lack of focus. Well hey, lack of concentration and focus are two symptoms of depression, I held my hands up to that one.
He asked me to talk him through my day so I did: Get up, rush around getting kids ready, drop them off at nursery, go to work, pick up boys from nursery, feed and bath 'em, clean and tidy the house and in bed by 9pm! He was flabbergasted and asked how do I cope to which I replied 'evidently not well'.
Got told to take the rest of the day off, but I didn't want to. Instead I worked the rest of the day, drove home and phoned Kev in floods of tears. He'd just got back from a course in Leeds and had to sort himself out so I had a quicknap before having to pick the boys up from nursery. My head hurt.
Went round to mum's who took one look at me and knew something was wrong. Kev came round, floodgates open again....in fact, I think my tear ducts are dried up!
Work offered me long term sick to which I said no chance. All I would do is watch Jeremy Kyle and eat crisps while slowly getting more and more fat and depressed. How would I benefit from that? So I've said thanks, but no thanks, I'm seeing a counsellor and am back on the anti-depressants so I will kick this affliction.
Instead I'm taking two weeks leave in August when the boys are away to re-evaluate my life and recharge the ole batteries.

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