I worry about this double life I’m leading. I have it easier than some, in that I’m not out working and mixing with people all day, every day.
In fact, it was trying to work and function when very ill that led to me completely unravelling a couple of years ago.
But I still put on a front, a false me, in company.
False me is: cheerful, capable, talkative, smiling.
Real me is: miserable, scared, hopeless, ashamed.
Or is it the other way around? Is my current state influencing how I feel about myself, stopping me from going out and working and doing things that make me realise I don’t have to be ‘real me’ all the time?
What is real and when is it the depression talking?
In therapy, you get told to sit with your feelings rather than push them away. This week has seen me spend a lot of time in my head back in the house where I grew up, feeling how I felt as a child, connecting with a lonely little girl.
I can definitely see how taking that time makes me more aware of what I went through, and what I’ve lost. It helps me understand why I am so angry, changeable and messed up.
But getting the balance between acknowledging pain and getting on with life can be very difficult. Impossible, at the moment. I really struggle to see how I will get back to a ‘functioning me’ – whether it’s real me, false me, or a combination of the two.
I struggle to know where to even start. All I know is that writing helps, and so maybe a bit more of that before I try to get everything back.