I was wrong! In part 2, I suggested that going to the doctors may not be as helpful as it could be due to the time I would need to go through everything with the doctor,
The problem with suffering from a mental illness is that many people, without first experiencing it, can’t understand it.
Now that the ‘secret’ is out, my family have taken great comfort from their close friends. Prior to Twat Faces arrest, they were wary as to who they could tell.
This week I went to church with my mum again. I didn’t think he would even go this week knowing that my mum would be there, but I know that if he did choose to turn up, he wouldn’t approach us if I was there.
Yesterday was a difficult day; it was my interview with the police. I haven’t slept in almost 4 months with the anxiety of this trip.
During the church service where everyone offers piece, although there was little doubt that he would not approach whilst I was there, I did have to be sure, so I approached him first so that my mum wouldn’t be put in the position of facing him, and potentially choking him on sacred ground.
The day I have been dreading, the day that I have put off for 30 years, it has happened, and I survived it.
Only 5 more sleeps to go… The closer it comes, the harder it is getting. My brain won’t switch off, it flips between being excited about finally not having this secret, and wondering about the future, and about what it may hold for me.
How did I get here? This particular pivotal point, well there are a number of reasons.
And so it begins… Apparently, life begins at 40. I’m running late by 2 years, but; do you know what? I am now bloody well ready!