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Might as well vent here because I don't really have anyone to actually do it to.
Long story short, I quit my job in the end because of this 🤬. Couldn't cope anymore. If I'd stayed any longer, I honestly feel as though I would've become a danger to either myself or another colleague. That was a month ago and I've only just realised how quickly that's flown by. I haven't made any incremental lifestyle changes, seen or spoken to any of my friends or professionals, just been bored out of my mind and contemplating what a dreadful person I am.
The therapist I was referred to never even picked up the phone when I attempted to book an appointment (keep in mind it's taken since March to get to just this stage), and I tried for twenty minutes pretty much everyday and got nothing. It's easy for people to say 'the help is out there', but it seems like even they don't want anything to do with me. In the end, I gave up. I've received my last pay cheque, which in turn means my national insurance isn't being paid which means I can no longer see the doctor anymore. I'm honestly not in a fit state to work to be honest; I can't concentrate on the slightest of tasks and I get so easily frustrated that I'll just alienate myself on my first day of whatever job I went for. The only way I can get some sort of income is job seeker's allowance, but - despite thinking myself as the worst human being in the world - have too much pride to even consider it for some reason and flat out refuse to do so.
As for my friends, I have had no real contact with them in three months. Unsurprisingly, I don't trust any of them anymore and not a single one of them has even made any attempt to even see if I'm doing okay. Hell, only two of them sent a birthday message to me. It baffling; people make out they care and they have no qualms with dropping texts to each other pretty much daily, but the fact I basically disappear for three months doesn't raise any concerns with literally any of them. I don't want to be anti-social, I want to go out and have fun and have a life. But I can't. It upsets me to the point where I genuinely pondered if they even existed, as utterly ridiculous as it sounds.
The more I think about it, I don't think I have straight up depression, I'm pretty sure it's borderline personality disorder. Obviously self-diagnosis is not ideal, but I can see a lot of the criteria for that in myself. Rash decisions without forethought (i.e. quitting my job was literally decided on the spot the day I handed my notice in), an amplified need to be noticed, getting angry and flustered at minor criticism, constantly playing the victim card, rapid changes between hating and loving myself, constant fear of being abandoned, etc.
There is a lot of overlap between both conditions, so it's hard to tell if some aspects show themselves more strongly than others. So yeah, that's my life right now. Anyone with some advice is of course welcomed.
Long story short, I quit my job in the end because of this 🤬. Couldn't cope anymore. If I'd stayed any longer, I honestly feel as though I would've become a danger to either myself or another colleague. That was a month ago and I've only just realised how quickly that's flown by. I haven't made any incremental lifestyle changes, seen or spoken to any of my friends or professionals, just been bored out of my mind and contemplating what a dreadful person I am.
The therapist I was referred to never even picked up the phone when I attempted to book an appointment (keep in mind it's taken since March to get to just this stage), and I tried for twenty minutes pretty much everyday and got nothing. It's easy for people to say 'the help is out there', but it seems like even they don't want anything to do with me. In the end, I gave up. I've received my last pay cheque, which in turn means my national insurance isn't being paid which means I can no longer see the doctor anymore. I'm honestly not in a fit state to work to be honest; I can't concentrate on the slightest of tasks and I get so easily frustrated that I'll just alienate myself on my first day of whatever job I went for. The only way I can get some sort of income is job seeker's allowance, but - despite thinking myself as the worst human being in the world - have too much pride to even consider it for some reason and flat out refuse to do so.
As for my friends, I have had no real contact with them in three months. Unsurprisingly, I don't trust any of them anymore and not a single one of them has even made any attempt to even see if I'm doing okay. Hell, only two of them sent a birthday message to me. It baffling; people make out they care and they have no qualms with dropping texts to each other pretty much daily, but the fact I basically disappear for three months doesn't raise any concerns with literally any of them. I don't want to be anti-social, I want to go out and have fun and have a life. But I can't. It upsets me to the point where I genuinely pondered if they even existed, as utterly ridiculous as it sounds.
The more I think about it, I don't think I have straight up depression, I'm pretty sure it's borderline personality disorder. Obviously self-diagnosis is not ideal, but I can see a lot of the criteria for that in myself. Rash decisions without forethought (i.e. quitting my job was literally decided on the spot the day I handed my notice in), an amplified need to be noticed, getting angry and flustered at minor criticism, constantly playing the victim card, rapid changes between hating and loving myself, constant fear of being abandoned, etc.
There is a lot of overlap between both conditions, so it's hard to tell if some aspects show themselves more strongly than others. So yeah, that's my life right now. Anyone with some advice is of course welcomed.