Hi everyone. I haven’t been here for ages and I have missed all your support. I have become very deppressed. In June, in a spur of the moment stupitiy, I took an overdose. I cant remeber how much amityptile I took, and was told it was only because my body is used to it (I normally take 160mg a dat) that I survived. I get the keys tomorrow for a bungalow in a sheltered accomodation complex. I am not having any type of counselling, I am just taking a higher dose (can’t remember what!) of mirtazipine. I hope the move will help me, At the present I live in a small terraced house and have to be carried up to bed by my husband and son because I cant walk. If my son is going out (he is 18 and likes going out to play snooker, and I don’t want to spoil his life) I have to go to bed after tea and I feel a baby being sent to bed. I have to use a catheter, my drinks are in baby spill proof cups and my meals cut up for me and have to wear a bib!
I’m sorry for the moan, I hope I will start to feel better soon. I keep looking at a cross stitch picture I did after my mum died -
’ the sun is always shining behind the darkest cloud’