Me, myself and it. My story of depression

Yesterday I wrote a blog about how I was struggling, and I got a lot of support, especially from my twitterati Tina and Ally. However, it became painfully obvious I needed to take a step back and look after my mental health. I really agonized over what to do. Do I carry on regardless and see if I can get to my annual leave or stop and start again now? I knew going sick would screw someone over at work and I really didn't want to do that after everyone's support, but equally, I didn't want to spend the first week of my annual leave in a state, especially as I'm off with my family. The nurse from my employers sickness contractors (I kid you not) was brilliant and reassuring but I've been feeling incredibly guilty and that nagging anxiety is really doing my head in. Now that's irony, or the type of pun I'd expect from a shit northern comedian. I've set myself a target of getting back to work before my long weekend, it's both a realistic target and sto...

Oh god that's a corny title, remind me to change that. I can't get used to my therapist saying I'm on a "journey". She means it in the context that I'm having to rediscover the old me. I always end up thinking of a shite band and glee. She's right though, it's a bloody long road to recovery, but with each CBT session, the bends straighten out and I can begin to see the horizon again. Eurgh psychobabble! The first 2 sessions went well, I found new enthusiasm for things, I even booked a job lot of driving lessons. By session 3, I'd cancelled the lessons, I was irritable, the wife was fed up and of course I deactivated Facebook. This is my go to whenever I get low. F--k Facebook. Yup, that's reasonable. Shut yourself off from people who are there for you, but dammit, people now care on Twitter too? When did that happen? So I ignored Twitter for a bit until my mate would tweet about Scott Redding just to get me to bite. It always works too. Blood...