She Breaks Just Like a Little Girl (Dealing with Depression post)

I managed three of the four weeks of my work experience but at the beginning of the fourth my brain said no more, in a curled up on the floor in tears and couldn't stop kinda way. It all got a bit much, I felt exhausted all the time, I was expected to be someone I really at not, to look for work when I wasn't at work, cleaning, cooking or the other hundred and one things I felt needed to be done.

Then I went for an interview I wasn't great but thought I'd be okay, well I wasn't right. I ended up on Blossom Street in tears after self harming on the bus and rang my friend who quickly came to me and whisked me away to a quiet place so I could put the fragments of myself together. I went to the doctors and the doctor who saw me gave me the pull yourself together you will be fine talk, here is a sick note for four days. I later saw one my usual doctors and sorted something out that was better.

Then the day after that I got a call to arrange my CBT appointment after months of waiting. We are discussing my various things and she is very nice and helpful. We are working together well and it's nice to have a non judgemental person, one of the other people I've talked to tended to be a bit oh you should do this or that but she is more the "are you comfortable with that".