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Hey everyone,
I'm feeling really down again. I posted on the support forum a few weeks ago here http://www.crohnsforum.com/showthread.php?t=39019 when I was feeling really awful, and I did say that things were picking up but on the whole I still feel the same as I did before.
I've just spent 5 days at home over the bank holiday, and I had such a good time going out with friends (drinking too much as you do), visiting my friends in their gorgeous new flat, spent a day out in Cambridge with my best mate who lives in Norwich, and loving being with my parents and my sister.
When I was home though it was like I couldn't properly relax because I had this anxious knot in my stomach telling me I'd have to go back to work/London. When I'm home I was like, 'yep, I definitely need to move back, I really want to be here with my friends and family, ok Bedford's not great but I can get a car and easily visit my friends from Uni who live within a couple of hours drive.'
I would give my right arm for a good job in Bedford that paid enough for me to rent my own place and have my independence. I could see my friends whenever I wanted, see my family, not have to put up with the London commute and not have to pay crazy prices for rent and travel.
I tried speaking to my Mum about it saying that I felt like a failure because I should've been able to make things work in London and I just feel pathetic that I'm so depressed with my life. I think she worries that if I move back I'll still be unhappy, but at least I'll have somewhere to live that feels like home. Nothing about where I live or work now feels like home, the only way to describe how I feel when I go home for a weekend and have to come back here is to describe how I felt when I had to go to school all day for the first time and I hid under the table and cried, or when I had to go to sleepovers and I got horrendously homesick.
I really don't understand why it's so hard because I've lived away from home before, I was away at uni for three years and I loved it, I worked three summers in Cambridge at a language school and loved that, and I spent three months in Ghana after uni and although it was hard at first I had a great time and wasn't particularly home sick.
I think the difference here is that I'm just so lonely, and I feel like I'm missing out on all the fun that my friends and family are having back home. I'm sure that if I lived in a house share with friends and had a job with people that were nice I'd feel a lot better. I might still feel homesick and I might still hate the commute but I wouldn't feel lonely and like I was missing out on everything. I don't really do well on my own, I need close friends around me or I feel really lost and unhappy. I guess that's the same for everyone maybe, I'm just not very self-sufficient, and although my Mum has said I can come home every weekend if I like and she'll pay for the train fare, I still feel down and like I'm in the wrong place.
I guess I just don't really know what to do next. I can either look for a job in Bedford and move home, look for a job in Norwich and move in with my friend, look for a better job in London, or look for somewhere else to live in London. It all feels really overwhelming.
I'm having my first dose of Humira tomorrow morning. I'm looking forward to the nurse coming round just so I have someone to talk to! I just hope I don't burst in to tears in front of her which is what I seem to be doing with most medical professionals recently.
I wish someone would just wave a magic wand and fix everything I feel so depressed and it's really not normal to feel so homesick and cry every time I have to come back to London. It's just so frustrating that this is where all the jobs are, and moving anywhere else really limits what work I can get, or how much money I can earn. I'm dreading work tomorrow and already feel really stressed out by it.
I've been referred to the mental health team where I live in London because I spoke with my GP about being depressed and they got me to fill out a questionnaire, and I mentioned that I self-harm by digging my fingernails into my arm until it breaks the skin. I do it because it calms me down and gives me something to focus on besides how I feel. To me this seems really logical and nothing really to worry about because even though I do sometimes think about what it would be like to not be here, I would never actually kill myself, it just seems sometimes like an option that reassures me when everything seems too much. I'm guessing this is why they referred me for counselling...
I can't believe things have turned out so badly. I remember at new year having an amazing time and I vowed 2012 would be the year for success, health and happiness, and I feel worse than I did last year. I guess that's why I'm feeling so low, at least before I had hope that if I moved away and got a better job things would be great, now I've done it and things are still awful. I'm just struggling to see the point of it all.
Everything's so messed up and I don't know what to do and even if I did know what to do, doing it will be really hard because there's a recession and there are hardly any jobs anyway. I wish I'd known how miserable I'd be coming here, and I would never have bothered
Hannahxx
I'm feeling really down again. I posted on the support forum a few weeks ago here http://www.crohnsforum.com/showthread.php?t=39019 when I was feeling really awful, and I did say that things were picking up but on the whole I still feel the same as I did before.
I've just spent 5 days at home over the bank holiday, and I had such a good time going out with friends (drinking too much as you do), visiting my friends in their gorgeous new flat, spent a day out in Cambridge with my best mate who lives in Norwich, and loving being with my parents and my sister.
When I was home though it was like I couldn't properly relax because I had this anxious knot in my stomach telling me I'd have to go back to work/London. When I'm home I was like, 'yep, I definitely need to move back, I really want to be here with my friends and family, ok Bedford's not great but I can get a car and easily visit my friends from Uni who live within a couple of hours drive.'
I would give my right arm for a good job in Bedford that paid enough for me to rent my own place and have my independence. I could see my friends whenever I wanted, see my family, not have to put up with the London commute and not have to pay crazy prices for rent and travel.
I tried speaking to my Mum about it saying that I felt like a failure because I should've been able to make things work in London and I just feel pathetic that I'm so depressed with my life. I think she worries that if I move back I'll still be unhappy, but at least I'll have somewhere to live that feels like home. Nothing about where I live or work now feels like home, the only way to describe how I feel when I go home for a weekend and have to come back here is to describe how I felt when I had to go to school all day for the first time and I hid under the table and cried, or when I had to go to sleepovers and I got horrendously homesick.
I really don't understand why it's so hard because I've lived away from home before, I was away at uni for three years and I loved it, I worked three summers in Cambridge at a language school and loved that, and I spent three months in Ghana after uni and although it was hard at first I had a great time and wasn't particularly home sick.
I think the difference here is that I'm just so lonely, and I feel like I'm missing out on all the fun that my friends and family are having back home. I'm sure that if I lived in a house share with friends and had a job with people that were nice I'd feel a lot better. I might still feel homesick and I might still hate the commute but I wouldn't feel lonely and like I was missing out on everything. I don't really do well on my own, I need close friends around me or I feel really lost and unhappy. I guess that's the same for everyone maybe, I'm just not very self-sufficient, and although my Mum has said I can come home every weekend if I like and she'll pay for the train fare, I still feel down and like I'm in the wrong place.
I guess I just don't really know what to do next. I can either look for a job in Bedford and move home, look for a job in Norwich and move in with my friend, look for a better job in London, or look for somewhere else to live in London. It all feels really overwhelming.
I'm having my first dose of Humira tomorrow morning. I'm looking forward to the nurse coming round just so I have someone to talk to! I just hope I don't burst in to tears in front of her which is what I seem to be doing with most medical professionals recently.
I wish someone would just wave a magic wand and fix everything I feel so depressed and it's really not normal to feel so homesick and cry every time I have to come back to London. It's just so frustrating that this is where all the jobs are, and moving anywhere else really limits what work I can get, or how much money I can earn. I'm dreading work tomorrow and already feel really stressed out by it.
I've been referred to the mental health team where I live in London because I spoke with my GP about being depressed and they got me to fill out a questionnaire, and I mentioned that I self-harm by digging my fingernails into my arm until it breaks the skin. I do it because it calms me down and gives me something to focus on besides how I feel. To me this seems really logical and nothing really to worry about because even though I do sometimes think about what it would be like to not be here, I would never actually kill myself, it just seems sometimes like an option that reassures me when everything seems too much. I'm guessing this is why they referred me for counselling...
I can't believe things have turned out so badly. I remember at new year having an amazing time and I vowed 2012 would be the year for success, health and happiness, and I feel worse than I did last year. I guess that's why I'm feeling so low, at least before I had hope that if I moved away and got a better job things would be great, now I've done it and things are still awful. I'm just struggling to see the point of it all.
Everything's so messed up and I don't know what to do and even if I did know what to do, doing it will be really hard because there's a recession and there are hardly any jobs anyway. I wish I'd known how miserable I'd be coming here, and I would never have bothered
Hannahxx