Earlier this week I was sorting out my kitchen cupboards. Such a mundane thing to do, but it really got me thinking. I’ve got to the point in my journey where thankfully I only rely on a few tablets a day to keep me healthy. The supply that I collect once every three months fits neatly in to a small portion of a shelf in my kitchen.
While the sheer quantity of tablets I’m taking appears daunting at first, it’s a far cry from the 3 self prepared intravenous drips a day I was on a few months ago.
As a society, we constantly assess our lives based on our current circumstances, but I think my biggest learning point over the last year is to always make judgements on our lives with hindsight in mind. If you look at the stack of tablets in my cupboard it looks pretty horrendous. If you look how far I’ve come since I was lying on an operating table in January though, it doesn’t look nearly as bad.
Looking back at how much my life has changed in the last year has also made me realise how some things in my life have remained constant and how incredibly grateful I am for that.
When I was first diagnosed with depression last year, the first people I told were my family. They were incredibly supportive, and their support has been unwavering ever since. Whether it’s been staying up late with me while I prepare a dose of antibiotics, or driving me to hospital for appointments on a regular basis, my family have been nothing short of incredible.
After my family, I told my employer. Once again, I was met with nothing but support and that support has been continuous ever since. It’s so reassuring when I’m ill to know that I can have time off and still have a job to go back to. Even when I’m away from the office, the outpouring of well wishes from my colleagues makes me sure that I’ve picked a good place to work.
Finally, I started telling my close friends. I count myself very lucky to have several groups of very close friends. When I first ended up in hospital, I got daily messages asking how I was doing from almost all of them. When I mysteriously stopped replying on 20th January, only to reply three days later with ‘I just woke up from brain surgery’, the support went up a notch and hasn’t stopped since.
Having such a fabulous group of people in my daily life has made even the most bleak of days in terms of my health so much easier to deal with. However horrible my journey so far has been, I’m glad that I’m slowly but surely coming out the other side knowing for sure that I’ve got a pretty great group of people by my side.
One person who wasn’t there for me at the beginning of my journey, but I’m pretty sure will be around for a while is my Headway support worker. All of the team at Headway have been fantastic in helping me get back to my normal self and they really do deserve every penny of the £527 I’ve raised so far.
It costs Headway £1,000 to employ a support worker for a month. To date, I’ve had four months of support, so I’m trying to raise £4,000. I’d be forever grateful if you could donate to my cause, or share my story to get me that little bit closer to my target.