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This is going to be a long post so let me apologise in advance...
I've not felt this low since last year, and I really don't know how much more I can take.
I moved to London 4 months ago to take an internship (which turned into a job) in PR. I was so miserable before living at home, working a crappy call centre job, feeling like I'd failed at life, that I was soooo happy and excited to be living the glamorous life in London.
Thing is, it hasn't really been like I expected. I left a job which was dead-end and beneath me in terms of my qualifications, but I loved the people I worked with, we socialised together and they were genuine friends. In my new job the office is only 7 people, the boss is intimidating and my colleagues often aloof and I wouldn't consider any of them friends. They don't know me really and they're not interested in forming friendships, although I've tried.
I work 9am-6pm and the commute is knackering, it's an hour each way, one train and one tube, I leave my house at 7:40 and get home at 19:10. I have no spare time in the evenings and I find London way too busy and stressful.
I don't like where I'm living and I often have trouble sleeping. My housemates are never around and I often feel very lonely here, especially knowing my family and friends are all back home in Bedford. I've met a couple of people in London but I don't see them often. I was seeing a guy for the last three months but we just broke up, which has upset me quite a bit. Now I feel even more alone. The room I have in the house is on the ground floor and the walls are really thin so when people are in the kitchen above all I can hear is crash! bang! when people just walk across the floor. My housemate and her boyfriend are up there now and it's SO noisy, it really disturbs me and stresses me out, I can hear everything, and it stops me sleeping. I use earplugs but it's that loud I can still hear some.
I think I've made a huge mistake coming here and all I want to do is move back home to my family and friends, but if I do that I'll always wonder what could have been and I'll be seriously jeopardising my career.
To top it off my Crohn's is flaring up really bad.
I called in sick for work today (my boss sounded really pissed off) then I dragged my sorry ass into the GPs surgery this morning, burst into tears (as you do) and explained that I have Crohn's and was feeling really unwell and hadn't felt this bad before and told him all my symptoms (Anal pain, ulceration, bleeding, stomach pain, fatigue). Well to start with the positives the GP was AMAZING. Such an intelligent, sincere, kind, empathetic man. He made me feel totally comfortable and offered me tissues (the other GP didn't when I cried).
He said my stomach pain sounded a lot like indigestion pain, because of where it was and it's after eating so he prescribed me 20mg Omeprazole a day for 28 days, to reduce stomach acid.
Then he said he should look at my tail end, and he said there was quite significant ulceration which could very well be infected. He took a swab and prescribed me 3 x 400mg Metronidazole daily for 7 days. The nurse also packed the wound with Aquacel and gauze and sent me away with some to dress it with.
He also asked me how I was coping emotionally with everything (I'm not, I'm falling apart), and I've got another appointment Wednesday evening to discuss things further. I'm also seeing the nurse this Saturday to check the ulcer hasn't deteriorated.
The GP is also organising an emergency appointment with a local GI to review me to see what other medications might help.
I just want to go home. I want to give up the job, London, everything and just go home and have my parents look after me and be with my friends. I don't know what the hell I'd do for work and I'd be giving up a hugely lucrative job opportunity, but I'm just miserable. I haven't been happy since I've been here, and I've spent more hours crying on the phone to my Mum than I care to think about.
I feel like a massive failure. I got everything I wanted/worked so hard for, and now I don't even want it and can't cope with it. I'm 24 years old, I thought I would be stronger than this.
Hannah x
I've not felt this low since last year, and I really don't know how much more I can take.
I moved to London 4 months ago to take an internship (which turned into a job) in PR. I was so miserable before living at home, working a crappy call centre job, feeling like I'd failed at life, that I was soooo happy and excited to be living the glamorous life in London.
Thing is, it hasn't really been like I expected. I left a job which was dead-end and beneath me in terms of my qualifications, but I loved the people I worked with, we socialised together and they were genuine friends. In my new job the office is only 7 people, the boss is intimidating and my colleagues often aloof and I wouldn't consider any of them friends. They don't know me really and they're not interested in forming friendships, although I've tried.
I work 9am-6pm and the commute is knackering, it's an hour each way, one train and one tube, I leave my house at 7:40 and get home at 19:10. I have no spare time in the evenings and I find London way too busy and stressful.
I don't like where I'm living and I often have trouble sleeping. My housemates are never around and I often feel very lonely here, especially knowing my family and friends are all back home in Bedford. I've met a couple of people in London but I don't see them often. I was seeing a guy for the last three months but we just broke up, which has upset me quite a bit. Now I feel even more alone. The room I have in the house is on the ground floor and the walls are really thin so when people are in the kitchen above all I can hear is crash! bang! when people just walk across the floor. My housemate and her boyfriend are up there now and it's SO noisy, it really disturbs me and stresses me out, I can hear everything, and it stops me sleeping. I use earplugs but it's that loud I can still hear some.
I think I've made a huge mistake coming here and all I want to do is move back home to my family and friends, but if I do that I'll always wonder what could have been and I'll be seriously jeopardising my career.
To top it off my Crohn's is flaring up really bad.
I called in sick for work today (my boss sounded really pissed off) then I dragged my sorry ass into the GPs surgery this morning, burst into tears (as you do) and explained that I have Crohn's and was feeling really unwell and hadn't felt this bad before and told him all my symptoms (Anal pain, ulceration, bleeding, stomach pain, fatigue). Well to start with the positives the GP was AMAZING. Such an intelligent, sincere, kind, empathetic man. He made me feel totally comfortable and offered me tissues (the other GP didn't when I cried).
He said my stomach pain sounded a lot like indigestion pain, because of where it was and it's after eating so he prescribed me 20mg Omeprazole a day for 28 days, to reduce stomach acid.
Then he said he should look at my tail end, and he said there was quite significant ulceration which could very well be infected. He took a swab and prescribed me 3 x 400mg Metronidazole daily for 7 days. The nurse also packed the wound with Aquacel and gauze and sent me away with some to dress it with.
He also asked me how I was coping emotionally with everything (I'm not, I'm falling apart), and I've got another appointment Wednesday evening to discuss things further. I'm also seeing the nurse this Saturday to check the ulcer hasn't deteriorated.
The GP is also organising an emergency appointment with a local GI to review me to see what other medications might help.
I just want to go home. I want to give up the job, London, everything and just go home and have my parents look after me and be with my friends. I don't know what the hell I'd do for work and I'd be giving up a hugely lucrative job opportunity, but I'm just miserable. I haven't been happy since I've been here, and I've spent more hours crying on the phone to my Mum than I care to think about.
I feel like a massive failure. I got everything I wanted/worked so hard for, and now I don't even want it and can't cope with it. I'm 24 years old, I thought I would be stronger than this.
Hannah x