This week has been really rough. My emotions have been completely up and down. Today I was suicidal but then I realised I’m probably PMS’ing and as soon as I realised that I felt much better.
Im proud of myself for making my first ever housing appointment so that I can leave home. It’s between Manchester and London but I left the appointment feeling so confused and lost (housing managers very accurate description). I truly do feel that way. I’m 100% ready to leave home, except financially. I have to make a difficult choice between claiming or working part time. Depression makes it so difficult. I am hoping to hear back from the jobs I’ve applied for and then I’ll be saving as much of that as possible. Plus I need to go away for my other job this year so I’m mostly saving for that. It’s a very lonely time.
My dad keeps wanting to speak to me so I might just give him an ultimatum, since he is part of the reason I’m in this mess. I’m grateful for my parents but not for the abusive things they have done. I don’t remember the last time I slept properly and on a daily basis I struggle. I’ve stopped going to church because I’ve convinced myself that I don’t belong and that I should isolate myself from people because no one really likes me, which I understand.
I am very proud of the progress I make everyday and the work I do in my other two jobs, so I’m just hoping this third job will help me make my next step out. I pray that I don’t get any seizures with this new job.





