One of the problems with mental health is you never know when something is going to get to you. I was listening to the radio last night when there was an item saying that you can't be single in your 30's and 40's and be happy. Yet another pressure to add to the list, so as well as worrying about how I look, I now have to worry about being single. Wherever I turn there seems to be pressure, I'm supposed to look a certain way, I should be in a relationship, I should be now in a career saving towards a pension and living in my own house.
I am overweight, single, unemployed and having to live at home.
I have heard that depression is the new backache. But contrary to the opinions of some I don't want to be ill, I don't want to burst into tears because a radio item made me feel as if there was yet another thing wrong with me. I want to work, I want to be able to travel once again. I don't want the thoughts that run through my head, to be feeling like a failure just because I can't cope with leaving my room. Everyday I feel like the world is judging me, but it can never be as harsh a judge as my mind is about me.
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