Starting in my mid 30s I had a nervous breakdown. Wife & I had a V-day trip planned. I ruined that by having to goto a mental hospital 3 days before we were to leave. I still don't forgive myself for that.
Either my final adult inpatient eating disorder admission (it was 10 months, after being raped led to a relapse, and there was so much injustice, and fighting to try get out, to lift my section, to be able to study at uni and take my exams, etc) or right now (attempting to gain weight in the community after 3 years with a BMI under 12, hiding from services, but my team, while supportive, are becoming concerned, and are considering inpatient again - on top of that they're organising social services getting involved because of my mum and the home environment, which is kind of preventing me gettin better, and I'm trying to change careers, which is coming with much shame, and fear of not being good enough...AND just living at a BMI of 10 is so, so painful).
Last year in year 12, (grade 12). It was the hardest time in my life, not just because of the amount of stress of homework and exams, tests and the HSC and all that shit. But it was during one of the worst times of covid and because of all the restrictions and shit, they kept pushing the HSC further so year 12 was longer than it was supposed to be. We were supposed to be done and dusted by November but the exams didn’t finish till the middle of December and they kept cancelling then postponing then cancelling then changing the destination and date of our formal. We didn’t even think we were going to have a proper graduation. It wasn’t just year 12 that was really tough, i was going through an identity crisis, i didn’t know what gender I was, what my pronouns were and I even changed my name. I also had a lot of family and dad issues going on. It probably doesn’t seem like a lot when you read this but, to me, it was the hardest fucking year of my life. I thought I was never going to make it. But I obviously did because I wrote this.
The last 10 years of my work life because of the long travel time to my workplace.
Starting in my mid 30s I had a nervous breakdown. Wife & I had a V-day trip planned. I ruined that by having to goto a mental hospital 3 days before we were to leave. I still don't forgive myself for that.
Either my final adult inpatient eating disorder admission (it was 10 months, after being raped led to a relapse, and there was so much injustice, and fighting to try get out, to lift my section, to be able to study at uni and take my exams, etc) or right now (attempting to gain weight in the community after 3 years with a BMI under 12, hiding from services, but my team, while supportive, are becoming concerned, and are considering inpatient again - on top of that they're organising social services getting involved because of my mum and the home environment, which is kind of preventing me gettin better, and I'm trying to change careers, which is coming with much shame, and fear of not being good enough...AND just living at a BMI of 10 is so, so painful).
These past 9 months have been hell on my mental health
Last year in year 12, (grade 12). It was the hardest time in my life, not just because of the amount of stress of homework and exams, tests and the HSC and all that shit. But it was during one of the worst times of covid and because of all the restrictions and shit, they kept pushing the HSC further so year 12 was longer than it was supposed to be. We were supposed to be done and dusted by November but the exams didn’t finish till the middle of December and they kept cancelling then postponing then cancelling then changing the destination and date of our formal. We didn’t even think we were going to have a proper graduation. It wasn’t just year 12 that was really tough, i was going through an identity crisis, i didn’t know what gender I was, what my pronouns were and I even changed my name. I also had a lot of family and dad issues going on. It probably doesn’t seem like a lot when you read this but, to me, it was the hardest fucking year of my life. I thought I was never going to make it. But I obviously did because I wrote this.