Rare “Tuesday” Journal: 30/09/20.

It’s been almost two months since I last posted on here…. I’ve moved over to my new blog …. https://trappedontheborder.wordpress.com/ but decided to pop my head in and do a rare update, for anyone who hasn’t followed me over to my new blog yet (Please do! I value your input!).

I’m going against what I said in my last post, where I said it would be my last Tuesday journal – I’m choosing to do another one two months on… and yes, I also know it is NOT Tuesday!! I wanted to fill in the gap. A lot has been going on. It just felt right….

Things I am grateful for:

  • All the people who sponsored and supported me for my step challenge in the last three months.
  • Water water water!! The greatest thing in life.
  • ASMR & guided meditation videos. Had so many headaches so I’ve needed this to help relax me.
  • My step-counter watch – could’ve done with it at the start of my challenge!
  • Family. ❤
  • Music – really helped with my stepping.
  • My determination to achieve my goals… no matter how I’ve felt.
  • Yummy food and the people who make it!!
  • Sleep!

Something I struggled with:

  • Relapsing because of this endless lockdown situation & the Wellbeing Centre. Paranoia about Covid too. My only way of coping with all of this has been denial. Unfortunately that wore off a couple of weeks back, and I’m struggling again now.

What I learnt from it:

  • Avoid the news / discussions about Covid, lockdown, vaccines, timescales.
  • Do what I need to – told my key worker I needed to not hear from the WC until things returned to normal, as it only unsettled me and brought me out of my little bubble of denial.
  • Slip-ups are okay…. just carry on from there…. it’s not ‘starting again’. There are more good days in terms of self-harm than there are bad ones.
  • Be gentle with myself. Listen to my needs. Communicate them to others.
  • I have a lot of anger about the neglectful attitudes from those at the WC. I have a right to feel that way. I’m within my rights to complain about it if necessary.
  • Denial is a temporary fix. It doesn’t last. Eventually everything will explode out of it. I know that. It’s still the only way I can survive right now. Until I can actually get some level of support back into my life.

Things I achieved:

  • Completed my 500,000 steps for Diabetes UK. Finished it yesterday! Walked over 128 miles in September alone.
  • Pushed myself through physical illness, pain and exhaustion to finish the steps – even had to literally pick myself up off the garage floor, wipe away the tears and force myself to step, when I just wanted to die instead. I persisted.
  • Lots of crochet achievements.
  • Had one of my blogs published on my local Mind website.
  • Managed to go three months without harming myself.
  • Lost 20lbs since the start of July (seriously need to lose weight – got three times as much to lose before I’ll be a healthy weight again).
  • Started joining in a bit more on Discord chat group I belong to.
  • Emailed my key worker to rant about my feelings, to try and not hurt myself. It helped until the last time…. nothing could’ve stopped it happening that time.
  • Got through my birthday, despite it being very different to what it was supposed to be.
  • Learnt some techniques to try and help me with my motor tics caused by my anxiety. Try to use them when I leave the house.
  • Doing better with eating chocolate – in recent days I’ve allowed myself it a little more, but generally haven’t eaten it, and don’t feel controlled by it anymore.

Just wanted to note these things down, in case one day things return to normal and I want to look back on how things progressed. The reason I stopped doing these journals was it reminded me of things I was trying to forget, but since those things are in the front of my mind now anyway, I figured why not?!

I’m hoping to go back into denial at some stage, but until then I’ll try and blog on my other blog. Would love to see you over there xxxx

Final Tuesday Journal 04/08/20

This might be my last ‘Tuesday Journal’ post…  I originally started these in order to continue my Tuesday group activity, where we wrote the things I have been writing. It was to deal with the loss of that group due to the lockdown. I wanted to feel connected to it still… I wanted to be able to see my journey during this time, take it back with me when things return to normal and add it to my previous journal entries.

This has gone on so long now – 21 weeks without the group so far, with no end in sight. Having to remember to post these makes me think about it too much. Just as contact with the service forces me to confront my feelings. I don’t want any of that. I’m doing okay, but I’m not doing okay when it comes to all of that. So I want to forget everything and focus on myself and self-improvement. Whether I keep note of things offline or not I don’t know, but I’ve grown weary of doing these posts endlessly. They don’t keep me feeling connected to the group. At this point in time that group is lost. I need to stop holding on to it. I don’t have support… I have to stop pretending it’s there when it’s really not. I need to act like it’s just me pushing through all of this and trying to recover – by myself, for myself.  And if one day things resume, great. The problems I had before lockdown will still be there, but it’s not doing me any good reminding myself of the loss every week.

I’d much rather focus on posts for my new blog. For anyone following me on here who hasn’t found me yet, I’m –  trappedontheborder.wordpress.com – it’s intended to be a more positive, reader-friendly blog than this one… less of a rant-space, less swearing, and more about explaining symptoms / emotions and experiences I have had. I’ll still be honest about things that happened in my life, and won’t sugar-coat things, but I feel I lost my way on this one and wanted a new start.  I would love for followers of this blog to follow me over to my other one – I need to build up a following again, from scratch. I’m sad to leave this blog behind and I’m so grateful to everyone who has read it, followed it, commented…. I may post on here from time to time if I really do need a space to rant and don’t want to infect the new blog –  but I’m trying to move forward constructively. Sometimes that means a fresh slate. So I really hope to see you over there xxxx

Things I am grateful for:

  • Music.
  • Motivation / determination.
  • Family.
  • Getting the real news from the horse’s mouth rather than MSM.
  • Animal Crossing, crochet, guitar, yoga etc.
  • Sunrises.
  • Everything I’ve ever mentioned before in terms of gratitude, given this is the last one.



What I struggled with:

  • Apart from feeling poorly the last couple of days, I had a bad day when my key worker phoned. I’d managed to put the WC out of my mind for about three weeks after pouring my feelings out in an email to her. I asked her not to phone me. It was unexpected, especially after three weeks… It forced me to remember everything I was upset about. I got upset and cried while on the phone. I then had physical symptoms of anxiety for the rest of the day – not sure why. I was a little worried it would lead me to hurt myself. I didn’t want to ruin how I’ve been doing with that – it’s been a while. I don’t want to know or say how long, as it usually means I’ll slip up soon after. It’s better to not make a big deal out of it. But I’m trying to make better decisions each day.

What I learned from it:

  • I can get upset about something, let my feelings out and not have to harm myself afterwards.
  • Played games with family afterwards to lift my spirits.
  • Have told her when things return to normal I’d like to speak to her in person about what I’ve been through with the WC.
  • I’m better off distancing myself from them all at the moment. This lockdown business is hard enough without the added stress of that. I just need to get through it on my own, put those problems aside and deal with them when / if I return to the centre.
  • I’m doing well at the moment.


What I achieved:

  • The above.
  • Finished my 50 miles for July… got up at 4.30am to do the last of my miles, before it got too hot later on… an achievement in itself… I’m NOT a morning person.
  • Have now lost almost a stone since the start of July.
  • Doing yoga more often.
  • Being a calmer person generally.
  • Learning to play proper chords on the guitar. Need a capo though…
  • Finished crocheting my first little baby dress for my ‘baby’ Poppy… will likely write about her on the new blog at some point.



Tuesday Journal: 28/07/20



Things I am grateful for:

  • Family
  • Crochet
  • Walking – really helps me feel better about myself
  • Sleep – the exercise makes me more tired
  • MM – person I follow online – very reassuring and honest


What I struggled with:

  • Memories of my old friends and how each one hurt, betrayed and abandoned me…. seeing them all as awful people… as a collective. Knowing they’re carrying on with their lives, happy – knowing each other and likely not knowing the truth of what each did to me. A lot of anger and resentment. Powerlessness. Loneliness. Pain.

What I learnt from it:

  • Not a lot. I wrote some of it out, then decided I didn’t want to be this angry, bitter person. I’m better than that. I don’t need ‘friends’ like them. If it means being alone forever then so be it. It’s better than having fake friends who will stab you in the back and drop you in the blink of an eye. Focus on myself, my interests, my aims. Nothing and nobody else matters.


What I achieved:

  • The above. Moving through emotions. Not hurting myself.
  • Reached 100,000 steps and did 10,000 on Saturday – earning 2 badges on my fundraising page.
  • Managed to finally get a Switch for someone else.
  • Joined a site, to follow someone who actually reports the real news. Feel connected, included and more at peace there than on social media.
  • Had contact lens appointment by phone (hate using the phone).
  • Been going out walking a lot more – like I was at the start of the year… not so scared of being outside now as I was the last few months.




Tuesday Journal 21/07/20 (and 14/07/20)

2 week journal this time as I forgot to do it last week….

Things I am grateful for:

  • My new little ‘baby’ Poppy…. a Reborn doll – she’s kept me from hurting myself in the last couple of weeks.
  • My determination – with my walking.
  • Walks in the woods.
  • My work friend.
  • Water water water!
  • Crochet


What  I struggled with: 

  • Feelings of rejection….  memories of it, and it actually happening. Hearing from the WC that what little contact I had from them is moving to once a month…. made me feel hopeless – like this is the new normal. That I’ll never see my FP again.

What I learnt from it:

  • To self-soothe. I cuddled ‘baby’ Poppy instead of hurting myself. In a way it was like cuddling my inner child who felt rejected. Know it sounds silly, but she’s a way of looking after myself.
  • When urges arose I threw myself into making a cot out of a cardboard box and decorating it for Poppy, and making her little hats.  Distracted myself. It helped.
  • To focus on myself and not worry about other people. Focus on my goals and do it alone.


Things I achieved:

  • Walked over 30 miles – signed up to do 50 miles this month…. done over 83,000 steps out of my 500,000 – I am a bit behind but I will achieve it. I know I can.
  • Met my work friend even though I didn’t feel in the mood to at the time. Had a nice walk together.
  • Walked 7 miles to my nan’s house to surprise her.
  • Didn’t hurt myself.
  • Helped a bee by picking it up on a leaf. Considering how scared I used to be of them = progress.
  • Continuing my routines – looking after my health and hygiene… even when I don’t want to.  Only the occasional slip.

Tuesday Journal: 07/07/20

Things I am grateful for:

  • The trust of a little butterfly on my walk today – it was on the ground, in the dirt… it seemed like something was wrong with it, so I put my hand down next to it and it hopped right on and let me carry it to the greenery nearby, where it hid under a leaf. I hope it just needed a rest and wasn’t on its last legs…. but I’m grateful it trusted me enough to let me help. ❤
  • It not being too hot atm. Bet it will be now…
  • ASMR
  • Animal Crossing
  • Liv, even though she’s no longer here. ❤
  • Crochet
  • M&S Extremely Chocolatey Milk Chocolate Thins (biscuits)… yum!



What I struggled with:

  • I’m not sure I had too much of a struggle this week really…. feels odd to say that. Sure I’ve had moments of anger and sadness about things from the past… and been missing people, but nothing world-shattering. So I’ll just go with the physical pains…. finger, wrist, back, feet, headaches…

What I’ve learnt from it:

  • Stretches… exercise…. no pain, no gain. Must push through it and eventually the pain will lessen. Some injuries need rest…. some are a sign I’ve had too much rest!


Things I have achieved:

  • I’ve started my half a million steps for Diabetes UK…. done over 21,000 steps so far.
  • Started looking at yoga – hoping it might improve my flexibility and make my walks less painful – had such tightness in my hips / lower back when I started my walks this month… it’s better now. 🙂
  • Written a few new blog posts… just need editing and posting.
  • Learned c2c crochet.
  • Got into more routines in the morning and night – taking more care of myself.
  • Given up chocolate again. Allowed chocolate biscuits this time, but no chocolate.
  • Lost 5 or 6 lbs from lifestyle changes. 🙂

Tuesday Journal: 30/06/20

Can’t believe it’s been 16 weeks I’ve been keeping these journals online, without my group… wonder how many more it’ll be…



Things I am grateful for:

  • Family – a lot of time with them this week.
  • Sleep … exercise helps me to sleep.
  • ASMR videos / tracks.
  • Painkillers – so much pain.
  • Sane people, fighting against the collective insanity of society atm. And having a place to be able to communicate with those people – not that I’ve spoken out there yet.



What I struggled with:

  • Body image. Hating every minute thing about myself. I couldn’t bear being in this body. Feeling it’ll only get worse from here as I get older. I’ll never be good enough for someone else, physically. I’ll never be attractive to anyone. I feel I’ve done this to myself. But in some ways I’ve been unfortunate, being cursed with a hormonal issue and the accompanying symptoms. I feel trapped in a body I don’t belong in. I hate myself.

What I learned from it:

  • I can’t undo some of the damage caused to my body. But one thing I have some level of control over is my weight. I can at least try to lose weight. It starts tomorrow. Half a million steps in the next three months – 1 million if I can manage it. No more chocolate. Better choices. For me.


What I achieved:

  • Finished my miles for this month – walked over 5 miles tonight.
  • Signed up for the (Half) Million steps for Diabetes UK.
  • Signed two petitions.
  • Made sure my mum had a good birthday.
  • Saw my brother for the first time in 3 months.
  • Saw my nan again. Gave her the buttons I bought for her.
  • Finally got the ASMR tracks I downloaded onto my MP3 player!



Tuesday Journal: 23/06/20.

This one will cover two weeks as I didn’t do last week….


Things I am grateful for:

  • Painkillers – been in so much pain for the last ten days.
  • Games -board / computer
  • Having places to share my thoughts… even if I do have to edit myself a bit.


What I struggled with:

  • Pain…. and not feeling very well…. plus feeling so tired / exhausted. Worried something might be wrong with me. Just can’t shake the neck pain & accompanying back / rib / shoulder / collarbone pain and headaches. Feel like I’m coming down with a cold or something too. And no amount of sleep helps with the fatigue. Feel rubbish physically and it’s affecting me mentally. Can’t really do anything.

What I learnt from it:

  • Nothing. There’s nothing to learn from it. Other than to look after myself.


What I achieved:

  • These first few will make it sound like I don’t appreciate the people and didn’t want to do the things I did, but it’s not that at all – I am so depressed at the moment, I have no motivation and everything is ‘too much’. That being said, I met my work friend on her birthday for a socially distanced walk.
  • I finally saw my nan after 3 months, and showed her some of my crochet.
  • I finally got round to replying to someone to explain and resolve something.
  • Finished my little crochet project for someone’s birthday.
  • Did some tidying, despite not feeling well.
  • Persevered with reading crochet patterns that were hard to understand.
  • Joined a new social media platform where my opinions are less likely to be attacked.
  • Submitted a blog post to help others during lockdown – but think I misunderstood, so will be withdrawing it today.
  • And just given feedback on something as requested…. going against my urge to totally ignore, given I was left with the impression not to contact the person in the future. But strictly business. Questions answered. Done and dusted.



Tuesday Journal: 09/06/20

*Self-harm theme*



Things I am grateful for:

  •  Family – helping me with my arm over the weekend.
  • Chocolate!
  • Pain-relief – ice, painkillers, gels etc.
  • Sleep.
  • Games – board games & Animal Crossing.


What I struggled with:

  • Self-harm again – been unable to stop. Think it’s because I’d gone over a month without any form of self-harm, which was a huge step for me this year… once I start I often can’t stop. Any time I was left alone in the house I felt I had to top up on the pain and damage… almost became a habit.


What I learned from it:

  • That self-harm stops me being able to do the things that keep me sane – creative stuff. Need my hands for that.
  • Be honest and reach out for help afterwards.
  • That I won’t have a very ‘successful’ week & have much to add to these journals if I hurt myself, to the point of being unable to do anything.



Things I achieved:

  • Told someone about my arm injury so they could help – and prepared to actually go and have it looked at, but didn’t need to in the end.
  •  Sorted out my diazepam situation – meant phoning the doctor’s today and receiving a phone call back too (hate using the phone, but did it).
  •  Resting my arm – treating it right for a few days – meant stopping crochet, guitar and everything I enjoy, and left me rather bored, but more important to heal, rather than pushing through pain to pretend I was fine – which I had done for the first couple of days….
  • Finished the online shopping for a family member’s birthday coming up.
  • The weekly shop, despite secretly being in pain at the time.



Tuesday Journal: 02/06/20

*SH / suicidal feelings*



Things I’m grateful for:

  • Again, the escapism of Animal Crossing.
  • Again, crochet.
  • Family.
  • Board games.
  • That MH site I joined last week. Not got support from it as such, but at least it’s somewhere I can actually express my feelings freely without judgement.
  • Beautiful flowers I spot on my walks.
  • Sleep – an escape from pain of every kind.


What I struggled with:

  • Self-harm & going backwards in recovery & communication. Shut down. Unable to talk to anyone or express my feelings. Paranoia about people’s opinions of me / intentions. False accusations. Gaslighting. Stigma. Blame. Triggers. Trauma. Snowballing thoughts / feelings about everything – grief, loss, bullying, abandonments, way people treated me, the WC, hopelessness, never fitting in, self-hatred. I could go on, but reluctant to use my voice anymore. Only writing this for the sake of keeping a record for going back to the WC at some point. If I live that long. Otherwise done.

What I learnt from it:

  • Keep my mouth shut & my opinions to myself. Safer that way.
  • Don’t let anyone in. Safer that way.
  • Nobody will ever understand me or my intentions. I will spend my life defending and explaining myself but it will fall on deaf ears.
  • I’m alone. I deserve to be. I’m meant to be.
  • It’s better to live in my own little bubble, talk to nobody, keep myself to myself, bottle my thoughts and feelings up and take them out on myself, silently. Like I used to. People liked me more then.
  • I need to go back to being a doormat who never spoke or smiled. Who knew her place.
  • Yeah this all sounds negative. You won’t change my views on this though. I’m beyond broken now.  I can’t do this anymore.


What I achieved:

  • Finished May miles and signed up for June.
  • Continuing my vitamins.
  • Unfortunately that’s probably about it. Oh, spoke to family members on the phone and my work friend. Was a big struggle though. I’m all peopled out. I just want peace now. I’m not well. Physically or mentally. Recovery is gone. It’s all too much. Life keeps reminding me why I’ll never belong here. That I’m too messed up to cope with this world and the people in it. That it’s only a matter of time. There’s no coming back from all of this. You can’t fix a broken soul. And people will never change. Too much has happened since lockdown that’s closed me down for good. I quit.






Tuesday Journal: 26/05/20

This one covers the last two weeks, as I never got round to doing my Tuesday journal last week. How I’ll remember everything from the last two weeks I have no idea!!


Things I am grateful for:

  • Water (as usual!) – essential and refreshing. Can solve most ailments.
  • Crochet (as usual!) – keeps me sane.
  •  Animal Crossing game – absolutely love it!! So much better than the Wii game I used to play. Addicted to it. But before anyone says anything, I’m not into the social element of it – playing with others – yet. Happy enough on my own.
  •  Cooler days. Can’t stand this hot weather.
  • People who talk to me, but also people who understand when I can’t talk to others.
  • The friendly cat I met yesterday on my walk – beautiful and cheered me up entirely. I’m someone who feels so rejected if cats run off when I talk to them. This one wanted me there! So I was happy. 🙂
  • Our neighbours who randomly gave us some flowers and chocolates, just because they recognised how much we do for others (shopping for our elderly next door neighbour & my nan). They thought we deserved a treat. Was so lovely and unexpected, and warmed my heart. ❤


What I struggled with:

  • Anger…. some to do with politics the last couple of days. Could do without that crap. But also anger at the Wellbeing Centre (frustration), and mainly anger at my former friend for abandoning me like she did, and her response or lack thereof, to my last communication with her. Will write about it sometime, to let it out, but it’s played on my mind a lot recently, as my God-daughter’s birthday was the other day. I’m angry at my former friend for destroying the bond I had with her daughter. That’s the thing I’ll never recover from… losing the kids. I just can’t understand the mentality that causes someone to ditch someone at their lowest, and to respond to feelings of hurt, or someone standing up and saying something wasn’t fair or right, with silence, rather than a ‘You’re right, it wasn’t fair and I’m sorry’. I just don’t get it. I don’t understand her, and I don’t understand what I ever did to deserve being treated the way I was. It’s not fair or right, and I hope one day she’ll understand what she did wrong and feel bad about it, rather than blaming me for what happened.

What I learnt from it:

  • In terms of the political anger – step away. Come off Twitter for now. I’m fragile and on edge at the moment for certain reasons. My anger can be easily triggered. Must avoid those triggers.
  •  In terms of the Wellbeing Centre – at the moment I’ve learnt to close down from them. I can’t pretend I’m okay with them. I’m not. But just like with my former friend, they won’t listen to or understand what I’m saying. There’s no point saying anything more to them. It’ll only lead to more frustration and anger.
  • And in terms of the stuff with my former friend – that’s a work in progress. I can’t say I’ve learnt anything from it as it’s still happening. I just need to process some stuff. I don’t talk about or write about it anymore. So it’s built-up inside me. This lockdown is making me face stuff I’d buried. So I need to work through it.
  • It’s okay to be angry. When people treat you wrong, I think anger is a healthy sign – it shows that you know you deserve better – which means you value yourself enough to say that something wasn’t right and you’re worth more than what they did to you.
  • It wasn’t my fault what happened. I may never understand why it happened. I may never forgive her for how she cut me out of her life. But to be honest if she can cut me out so cruelly, then I’m better off without her. I clearly never knew her. I didn’t know the potential for such cold abandonment was lurking in my life all those years. I trusted her. I thought I was safe with her. It’s better to know the truth than to forever live a lie. But it was not my fault and I did not deserve it. Yes I can accept she had her own issues to deal with. I fully acknowledged that and sympathised. I even said she should focus on herself and her own mental health. That was caring. But I still had a right to stand up for myself and say I didn’t deserve to pay the price for her issues with other people. If she can’t acknowledge the hurt she caused me, then I’m better off out of that situation anyway. I need people who take responsibility for themselves and aren’t afraid of accountability and admitting mistakes and apologising for them.
  • So in a way I guess the anger is teaching me about myself. It’s teaching me my values, morals, the good qualities I have inside (somewhere – they’ve got a bit lost lately!), and it’s helping me find my boundaries, my expectations of others, and in a sense although the ‘Why?’ aspect does affect my self-worth, it’s also a battle between feeling I must’ve done something to deserve it, and knowing I did NOTHING to deserve it (good self-worth). So people who try to break you can sometimes be the people to strengthen you and your belief in yourself. God that sounds profound. I don’t truly believe all this yet, but I’m working on it. I can’t let this destroy me. Got enough trying to do that already…


What I’ve achieved:

  •  Learning lots of new crochet ideas.
  •  Joined an online MH community recommended by the Wellbeing Centre… felt like a good step, but having looked at it more now, I’m not sure it’s a healthy environment, as there’s so much triggering stuff on it and seems to be no moderating going on. Just lots of people saying they don’t want to live anymore, and nobody doing anything about it. So probably won’t continue on there.
  • Spoke to my nan on the phone for quite a while. I know that sounds daft, but I don’t tend to talk to anyone on the phone usually, even her. But wanted to cheer her up as I’ve not seen her in weeks.
  • Grew sunflowers – we’re having a family competition. Mine actually grew!! I’m currently third place out of four though, but at least it’s growing!
  • Walked four miles yesterday. Longest walk since lockdown I think….
  • Managed four weeks without any self-harm. Please don’t celebrate this too much though, as it never usually lasts… normally get triggered and slip up soon after celebrating a milestone. It will happen. But even though it will, I guess it’s still an achievement to have gone pretty much a month without it. Compared to earlier in the year, it’s good.  I remember writing these journals at the Centre and an achievement being going a week without self-harm… so four of them is an improvement.




Failed By MH Services… Again… And Again…

*Contains swearing & suicidal tones*

I wrote most of this at the start of the week, but finished it today… sorry I’ve not properly proof-read it…. will never get it posted otherwise!

Monday 11th May 2020

I just need to get my feelings out of my head and heart, so please forgive me if this turns into a bit of a rant….


I had an unexpected call from my key worker today. I actually had my phone off as I was avoiding her, but she called the home phone. I’d intended to not speak to her for a while after she let me down last week. I had actually plucked up the courage to ask for support for once in my life, rather than suffering in silence – I asked her to check in with me on Thursday last week (7th), as it was the one year anniversary of my friend’s suicide. People don’t tend to support me in my grief. They can’t even muster the words ‘Thinking of you xx’ like they do for other people. So I asked my key worker to check in. She said she would phone me.


I had anxiety that day in addition to everything else I felt. I dread phone calls, so regretted asking her to phone. I waited all day and no phone call. I felt really ill with a headache by 6pm so turned my phone off and kept it that way since. She let me down. Yet another person not there for me on the first anniversary date… it dredged up all those who weren’t there for me on the first anniversary of my first loss – two years ago…. the point my mental health started to unravel. It’s just the same. I asked her to call me so I wouldn’t feel that way again. So I wouldn’t feel alone. She failed me.


I was angry. But I also expected it. I guess that’s why I was so disappointed… because I knew it would happen – because that’s how people treat me. That’s how little they care. It was so predictable. And when you can predict people letting you down time and time again, eventually you get sick of it and think ‘Do I really want to keep living in this world, as this person that everyone either forgets, neglects or ignores?’


When she phoned she made reference to my email where I’d said I wanted to talk about my experience at the Centre at some point, and she was ready to listen to that. But I had actually said in the email that I was putting a pin in that at the moment, as I was focused on that first anniversary date. I told her I wasn’t actually mentally prepared for all that other stuff. The reality is I haven’t ‘got over’ yet another cock-up by them last week.


She gave ‘reasons’ for not phoning me – it involved her charger or something, and her system not working… it was BS basically. I could smell it even all these miles apart. I knew full well she had simply forgotten. These people think they can fool me but they really can’t – the sooner they learn that and be honest with me, the better, because I’m losing patience and losing trust in them each time they BS me. If she couldn’t phone me, she could’ve got in touch with someone else to contact me. She could’ve emailed me.


She didn’t seem to get the point – that I needed her to phone on the Thursday … on the day… She started talking to me about grief, and about Liv and where she might be now, and that she’s at peace, and I meant a lot to her and that the care she had for me, she took with her in her heart. It was garbage, and actually made me feel worse. It made me angry – at her and at Liv. Because it brought up feelings of ‘Yeah, I meant so much to Liv that she chose death over having to see me five weeks later’…. ‘I meant so much to Liv, that she left me alone in this world that she knew I was struggling to survive in already’…. ‘She didn’t care about me when she took her own life’…. and thinking about where she may or may not be isn’t helpful. Yes I choose to believe she’s in a better place and still with me at times. But I don’t want to hear someone theorising over where my friend is after killing herself. Especially as my key worker had pissed me off by not being there and keeping to her word when I needed her. I didn’t want to hear all that waffle. That wasn’t why I wanted to talk to her. And I didn’t want to talk to her after the event. I’m going to get bereavement counselling for that one day, if life ever improves.


The fact is I needed her last Thursday. I don’t need her now. It’s too late. I had to say to her I needed it last week, but I’m fine now. I’m not fine now, but it isn’t because Liv’s dead and I want to talk to someone about it. It’s because yet again nobody was there for me when I needed them to be. I was let down again. And the Wellbeing Centre cocked up yet again. It’s the last straw for me with them. I don’t want to talk to my key worker again. Yes I was going to talk about the issue I had the last time I went to the Centre before all this virus stuff started…. but what’s the point? She doesn’t listen. She doesn’t care. She lies to me. She forgets me. She lets me down. She doesn’t understand. And it won’t change anything – I’ll just end up more frustrated. So I think it’s best I just deal with all this shit in my head and heart on my own. I need to close off from them all. They failed me. I just have to accept it and look after myself without them.


I mean my key worker couldn’t even remember to call me by my name I commonly use. She called me by my full name, and the trouble is she’s one of those people who says your name to you every other sentence…. so every time I heard my name said to me I felt more and more disrespected and so disconnected from her. It felt like she couldn’t even remember our conversation from a couple of weeks before, where she called me Lily – it was like she thought she was talking to a different person, not me. So I truly felt she didn’t care. Of course someone I know chipped in later to say she meant well and was only trying to help me (which totally invalidated how I feel – siding with the person who triggered me… will be writing about invalidation at some point hopefully).


I get it’s a difficult time. To be honest there could be the best reason in the world for why she didn’t do what she said she would and phone me….. it wouldn’t make a difference. Okay I might ‘understand’ but the damage would still be done. It mattered so much more than people will ever get…. I needed someone to follow through on what they said they’d do… I needed the support on the day itself…. I needed to not be alone with my grief on that day – I needed change from other people … for them to be kind, caring and supportive – it’s all I ever need. It’s the only way I can continue to live in this world – if other people change their behaviours towards me. I’m done changing for others. It’s time they change for me. Make me feel I exist. Make me feel I’m worth the effort to ask after me and to be there… to deliver on promises etc. Other people are the problem in my life. Not me. Nobody seems to get that. Look – I changed. I directly asked her to phone me on that specific day – that is NOT something I would normally do. I did it in the hope I’d get a different outcome. But I didn’t. Because of the other person yet again.  I am so trapped in a loop in my life… trapped by other people’s inability or lack of willing to treat me in the ways I’m asking them to. People (including the Wellbeing Centre staff now) keep teaching me how worthless I am…. how hopeless life is…. and that I’ll never be able to live in this world.


The Wellbeing Centre have treated me in ways that are so reminiscent of my past. I feel I’m living all that hell from the past again because of them, and they won’t even acknowledge their mistakes and the impact they’re having on me. The way they’ve handled the ‘transference’ issue is just the same as the IAPT service I used. If I’d known it would result in them constructing all these ways to stop me communicating with *him (‘X’); that they’d essentially sweep it under the carpet; that they’d refuse to do what would’ve helped me and choose to frustrate me instead; that I’d be left to deal with the shame and embarrassment of it all, on my own…. I really wouldn’t have bothered mentioning it to them. I would’ve kept it to myself. I should’ve kept it to myself. I stupidly thought and hoped they might approach things differently… that they might be able to help me this time. But I guess not. I guess nobody ever will. Because mental health services live by their code of conduct or whatever, and that trumps everything, including someone’s life. They’ll always put their jobs first. So I will leave another service, scarred… unable to trust mental health services and utterly terrified of ever approaching services again, because the same WILL happen again, as they failed to heal me too. It was one big fat waste of time being honest with them. Won’t happen again…. ever. I won’t ask for help with my mental health again. The Centre have seen to that.


Their inability to admit mistakes and apologise also reflects people from my past – old friends who cocked up, hurt me and refused to own their mistakes and apologise… instead choosing to pin the blame on me and make excuses for their actions.


Then there was the whole phone incident with X, where he didn’t respond to my text,  which was the same as at the IAPT. That triggered me.


The thing the other week, where I was being accused of talking to the wrong person and increasing X’s workload, which apparently wasn’t what was happening…. apparently I just interpreted it wrongly. Just like when X got defensive in the group when I said I felt the material we were looking at was aimed at me (I didn’t say this exactly, but can’t be bothered to go into that whole thing again right now) – I apologised to him and my interpretation was blamed… he denied being offended etc…. said I seemed to have misunderstood and took his comment the wrong way – no… I read your body language dude. It was nothing to do with your comment. These people cover their own arses all the time – and each other’s too. It makes me feel like people are gaslighting me. I question my own sanity and sense of reality because of their distortions of the truth. I admit I have paranoia. But I’m also intuitive. I can read body language, tone, energy. I don’t like being blamed for things and accused of things that aren’t true. A past ‘friend’ did that a lot with me. Toxic girl.


And the Centre just kept putting blocks in my path and frustrating me. Like the time I was just done with the whole thing… I’d written something for them to read… wanted a very quick word at the end of the group as I handed it over for them to read…. that was the week they suddenly weren’t allowed to talk to anyone after the group anymore. So I had to give it with no explanation, which led to a devastating text from X a few days later, leaving me suicidal over the weekend. That wouldn’t have happened if they’d given me five minutes to explain. They frustrated me and caused that issue. Another one was when I wanted to know why they refused to help me in the way I asked…. I asked to speak to X before the group – while I was on my way in on the bus, he let me know someone else was joining us, as that other person would be dealing with me from then on. Each time they frustrated me was actually a ‘final’ situation. They were last conversations and it was like they were saying ‘no’ each time. No you can’t have closure. They left me with a sense of being a burden to X each time, which was the absolute last thing I ever wanted to be. But if they’d just allowed me the first final conversation with him, that would’ve been it. The way they frustrated me and rejected me every time only inflamed the situation and the feelings, and has now resulted in me hating the guts of all of them with a passion. It escalated the situation, beyond what it needed to be. And I was frustrated, losing control of the situation, seeing it spiral, feeling they were being unreasonable and not hearing me…. there’s nothing more frustrating than people not listening to you…. that level of frustration has left me feeling powerless so many times, and like smashing my head through a wall. It drives my suicidal feelings, as there’s no other option in those moments they frustrate me. The worst part is them claiming to do it all for my benefit – wanting the right support for me. That they’re ‘on my side’…. yeah right.


They denied me what would’ve helped me and what would’ve changed my life. They put me in this state, and left me in this state. They want me to have ‘the right support’ whilst ignoring the fact I was saying I didn’t NEED support. If I had been given that simple nod of the head right at the start, I would not have needed any further support. They’ve created the situation where I now need more support. They did that. They have made me a demanding and difficult person, by withholding a very simple bit of validation and reassurance. They have made me more ill. More unstable. They made me ‘too much’ to deal with. And I’m fuming about that. If they had just listened to me in the first place and done what I asked, I could’ve focused on my recovery perfectly well on my own. I was never asking X to take on a more supportive role. I was never going to lean on him. It was a one-off nod of the head to heal the broken parts of me. They said about him not being trained in such things – but I don’t think someone needs training to nod their head… unless they’re a dog. He didn’t need to be trained to show me human kindness and compassion. I wouldn’t have burdened him more… in fact I’d have burdened him a lot less! And I wouldn’t have needed support from others after that either – the only time I would’ve needed support was in the lead-up to losing him, as the separation and the loss is what I struggle with. It’s not his presence that’s the problem, but the absence. That’s why I’m struggling so much more now than they could ever understand.


A part of their decision to not do what I asked was apparently that X was concerned by something I wrote – that he could even lie if he had to…. this made him / them think that even if he did agree with what I wrote, it wouldn’t be enough to reassure me. They’re wrong. And the reality is that I only said that because I honestly believe nobody would think positive things about me. I figured anyone would have to force those sentiments out, because I’m that worthless and disgusting a human being. I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable. I said it because people in my past couldn’t even force themselves to tell me things like ‘I miss you’, ‘You matter to me’, ‘I care about you’, or any other words… I had to drag them out of people. Even then sometimes they still couldn’t say anything kind to me. I learnt from that, that people didn’t feel a certain way about me. If they couldn’t even force themselves to say it. I figured any sentiment like that must be a lie from then on. Because if it was true then I wouldn’t have to ask for it. I’d be given it freely, like I give to others freely. So the fact is that was my past and my low self-worth talking…. preparing myself for rejection, to be honest. And that ended up with me being rejected and denied the help I needed. It would’ve been enough. But the denial of it has screwed me up more than they will ever understand. It has played out the story of my life. And it has ripped me apart and left me unable to find stability. It has frustrated me…. made me hate myself…. made me hate them and everyone…. and made me not want to exist anymore. I actually cannot tolerate this level of frustration and anger anymore. Not only did they deny me what I needed, but they gave me the opposite.


I can’t talk to X before or after the group even for two minutes. I can’t text him (which I wasn’t doing anyway – I’ve been so good at not abusing the fact I have a way of contacting him) – I just felt from his last text that I shouldn’t so much as breathe in his direction unless in the group. People keep on about him only running the group, not having a caseload. I wouldn’t have had to ‘burden’ him like I must have done to warrant so many people sheltering him, if they had listened to me and actually helped me. They created the situation and then blamed me for it. I hate them.  I’ve been denied closure with him. I’m being held away from him, which actually only makes the situation a lot worse. I wish they’d understand that. It’s the separation that’s the problem here. Wankers. I can’t talk about any of this in the group. But since I can’t talk to him at any point and it feels swept under the carpet with everyone else, I feel my only option left is to start talking about this issue…. in the group!! Communicating to him through the group. I can’t talk to anyone else about any of this now. I think I’ve talked to just about everyone at the Centre now…. they’ve all fucked up, so I have no faith in any of them. They don’t listen and they’ve already concluded they’re not going to help me. They think I need to help myself.  My key worker even thinks that ‘Time is a great healer’ – so effectively this will just go away by itself…. the IAPT service said the same – that it should go away by itself and if not you just don’t work with the person anymore. Basically ‘Get over your fear of losing this person or you’ll have to lose them’ – mental health professionals haven’t got a fucking clue about anything like this. I’m more of an expert than all of them put together when it comes to this subject. If only they’d listen to me and trust that I know what would’ve helped me…


By the way I thought asking for their help was a pretty good way of me ‘helping myself’…. *not* helping myself would’ve been to keep it stuffed down inside and not deal with it. I think being honest and facing the shame I felt, and saying ‘Help me!’ took guts and it’s their fault how it’s turned out – where I’m going to close off and not ‘engage’ with them anymore. I tried. They think I have to help myself with this. I can’t. If I could then I would’ve done so by now. I would’ve done so two years ago when I experienced this for the first time. I needed their help. They just didn’t want to get their hands dirty doing it. And then think it’s for the greater good…. that it’ll do me good to sort it out for myself without their help. They think they know better than me. They want me to focus on others things, which is exactly what would’ve happened if they’d just done what I suggested earlier in the year. It’s their fault that this is my focus now. That I can’t move forward from this. They had the power to help me move forward… to help me to help myself. They could’ve provided stability for me, and chose to destabilise me forever. But they will never accept fault. It will always be my fault. My choice. My unwillingness to let it go and move forward, focusing on other things. The ‘answer’ will always be to stop attending the group / Centre. I will be the scapegoat. The ‘problem’ will always be me… not the choices they made, and the ways they let me down. Ladies and gentlemen – UK mental health services – no concept of accountability.


Even now, so many of us are on our own. We’re forgotten about. Those with mental illness will be the biggest casualties to this lockdown. I don’t feel I’ll make it out alive.



Saturday 16th May 2020


I got a text yesterday from someone else at the Centre, to offer my anxiety course, online next month. I had to turn it down. I’m not coping right now… not because of anxiety but because of them. Their continual failures when it comes to me. Because of X and the reality that I’ve been torn apart from him and will probably never see him again. That’s the thing.… hearing that this Zoom thing will be the new way of working during lockdown… that tells me this is the new normal….. it made me think it could be a year, at least, until things return to normal…. if that’s the case…. if I really won’t see X, or even talk to him again for that long, without support too, then I can’t live. The loss was always the worst part. It was the first thing I realised when I developed feelings for X… ‘Great, one more person to lose’. But I wasn’t going to focus on it. I was going to make the most of the time I had with him. And then this happened. My choice was taken from me. And then the communications I’ve had with him and with my key worker since, have made me feel I mustn’t say a word to him for the whole duration of this lockdown thing. It was my intention anyway, but it’s just the fact they don’t seem to realise how extra-hard this is for me, because of the attachment I feel towards X. To have that effectively end, so suddenly, abruptly, with no closure – it’s exactly what I couldn’t face. It was the opposite of what I needed… and having it happen after fighting a battle with them over getting my needs met, and being denied what I needed in this situation… what I needed from X…. to then be savagely separated from him, and to have our last communication be that of ‘talk to someone else in the future’…. why can’t they see the damage of all this?


I know everyone is struggling for their own reasons….. but given how much they know about my situation – how much I’ve opened up to them about it… the fact it involves them … and the fact they’ve let me down so many times and denied me the help I needed, I just wish they’d have considered me a little bit more than most. I wish they’d thought of ways to help me with this specific side of things. But it shows they haven’t got a clue about any of it. They probably think this time apart from him will actually help me ‘get over him’. Ignorance must be bliss. It’s not like that at all. It’s not a chance for me to heal from this. If they think that, they’re deluded, not me. Fact is they probably feel relieved to have that break from the intensity of me and the issue… must be nice to not have to deal with me anymore, but for me there is no break from it. I’m living it. I don’t want to live it. I can’t live it. But I am. I’m suffering and it isn’t going to go away because of distance and time. It doesn’t work like that. I don’t work like that. So I hope they enjoy the peace… the break from me, but I cannot enjoy such peace. I know only screaming pain and desperation. I can’t have a break from the intensity of my feelings.  I can’t escape my feelings around him and all of this. I’m not as lucky as them. No matter how many months pass, this issue will still be there just the same when life returns to normal. I hope they realise that. I’m not sure they do.


So I have to deal with all this on my own. I can’t. But I have to. So I can’t do their courses right now. And particularly online. I want the maximum benefit from this ‘help’ I’m getting from them. Even if it means waiting. I’d waited long enough already to finally get some degree of help from someone.  I don’t want my course to be done remotely, online, away from people, and then the next ones all return to the Centre and mine was just done and dusted online. I deserve the same chance as everyone else. I know they’re trying to help and support people during lockdown. But it’s clear they don’t understand my struggles at the moment, and that they are the cause of it. I would not get anything out of these courses right now, in the headspace I’m in, and my focus wouldn’t be actual anxiety of everyday life…. it would be about lockdown. So it wouldn’t ultimately help me in my life, going forward.


I want to be left alone by them now for a while. It screws me up each time they get in touch. They’ve wounded me so many times and not allowed me to heal. I need a break from the heartache of them. So I hope they will leave me alone for a while. I don’t intend to talk to them. There’s no point. I thought my IAPT experience was bad…. this is worse. Because I actually explained that experience to them, and they wanted me to have a better experience. Failed didn’t it….


Hopefully have a post about the attachment issues during lockdown, at some point – written most of it, but struggling with putting things into words lately, and with finishing things I start. That’s why it’s taken so long to post this one too. There’s chaos in my head at the moment. And I’m starting to see no end to it. My life just feels like one big tragedy… it’s gone beyond a nightmare now, and there’s no waking up from it. This is life now. A life I don’t want, and a life I can’t live. I’m back to wishing to just get the damn virus and die from it. Then I wouldn’t have to bear another second of feeling how I do right now.



Tuesday Journal: 12/05/20

Things I am grateful for:

  • My new friend – & for inviting me to the Crochet Therapy group – given me lots of ideas and inspiration, and might connect me to lots of other people with a shared hobby.
  • The Hermes lady who keeps delivering parcels to me lately – she doesn’t know it but she’s a lifesaver. Crochet and other creative things are the only thing keeping me going right now. So she is actually saving my life by doing her job.
  • Finally managing to order a Nintendo Switch!
  • Brief moments of not feeling unwell – had various ailments this week…
  • Water, as usual. Cures most things!


What I struggled with:

  • My key worker not phoning me on the first anniversary of my friend’s suicide, despite saying she would. Will blog about it later. But she phoned yesterday instead and sent my mood right down. Felt so disconnected from her. Didn’t want to hear from her.

What I learnt from it:

  • I’m alone.
  • Everyone lets you down.
  • I learnt to get through it on my own…. it’s not to be seen as a good thing though, as my trust is damaged now, and I won’t open up and ask for help again.


What I achieved:

  • Crocheted a baby’s cardigan.
  • Got through the first anniversary of Liv’s death.
  • Got through the week without harming myself.
  • Finished crocheting my triangular wrap.
  • Replied to people, where I could.