This post is inspired by Ron’s Rants – A day in a life with Chronic illness and Disability.
How I empathise with anyone whose life revolves around their daily routine of medication and who suffer from Depression, particularly those who regularly battle that little voice which whispers empty the meds cupboard and welcome to the darkness!
I too am in the midst of a deep depression that begs me to isolate myself, to let go of seeing family and friends and submit to the dark thoughts.
And as a counsellor in some seemingly distant part of my former life, I find this particularly worrying; because I acknowledge the traditional talking therapies actually can’t help with this particular bout.
The reason is, this particular depth of depression is a result of the situation I find myself in, the Welfare Reform Act had left me financially and to some extent physically & emotionally wrecked.
In less than a year, I’ve gone from being able to manage to survive on my Benefits; to losing so much income via ‘The Cuts’, it is no longer viable to live without help from family, and the family Pot is shrinking fast; I also live in fear of the next round, when I’m in genuinely terrified that I’ll be forced to give up my home (or end up evicted)
This situation means my once managed Depression is also becoming fast unmanageable! And for the first time in 50 years I can see No Way Forward!
I’m hanging in here because of the very family I’m bleeding dry, who tell me daily I’m worth it; so I too hope they’re right
All best xx