Objectively speaking, my life events have rattled out of control lately. I’m having what my nearest and dearest are referring to as ‘an episode’. Of depression; not Eastenders, which would be much less alarming.
I have been in hospital three times now in the space of a three months – two hospitalisations within two weeks of one another. I very narrowly avoided inpatient status on a psychiatric ward and I have now crossed the line between someone who merely fantasises suicide, to someone who acts on impulses to overdose.
I have a lot to write here from recent times – my hospital stays, the lead up, the doctors, the drama – but I can do that over the coming days.