It’s been a while since my last blog. I promised I would be honest and raw during my blogs so here goes… I have been struggling massively to to cope with life. My mental health has turned to complete shit. I’m talking genuinely having the urge to hurt myself. One particular morning, I had a massive breakdown. Bawling my eyes out basically hyperventilating, I walked into the kitchen and I dug a steak knife into my wrist just enough to feel pain. Why would I do something like that, it’s mental! I guess that’s why they call it mental health. I have so much anger inside of me that is building up more and more every day. I have moments where I feel happy and content and then something will happen or I will think of something and ‘BAM’ I feel so much anger that I want to smash something and scream so loudly. At times I will or I will just hit myself which is so uncharacteristic of me. Its like a brick is laying on my chest. I’m being told to swim but I cant, I am sinking. Something like that. I apologize to my loved ones if you are reading this.
I just cant come to terms with the fact that this is my life. A life where my only purpose is to keep the house clean and attend a thousand medical appointments. I am so over other people winging about their lives, saying they understand and comparing their situation to mine. I’m sorry for being honest but you don’t know what its like to walk in my shoes. I would love nothing more than to walk a day in someone elses shoes just to escape this reality. To be able to work and earn money, travel, drive, exercise, have a baby, ambition, etc. just have a normal life. I cant control anything, even my bodily movements. i am not saying this to make you feel guilty, you deserve all of these things too!
I’ll give you a brief insight on what its like for me. It’s constant pain and anxiety, it’s feeling so alone and isolated, its sleeping as long as possible just so the day passes by faster, its having no money in your bank account in fact paying overdrawn fees yet still having so many expenses and financial expectations, it’s watching the girl walk past with the shopping bags and the sick feeling in your gut because you can’t even buy yourself a coffee, it’s the guilt when you can’t pay for something, it’s the anxiety of asking for money so you can get out of the house and have a coffee or catch a taxi to a medical appointment, it’s waiting for the seizures to start and wondering with a belly full of anxiety if the seizure is going to be a dystonic event or a sensory event, It’s being treated and feeling like a dumb ass because you have a massive chunk of your brain missing and take ten thousand drugs, it’s having to take sleeping tablets just so you can have a decent nights sleep and having to take Valium just so you can attend a social event. Basically it’s wanting to live but having to survive.
I understand that my loved ones would take this away from me if they could but they cant and that is frankly just shit. It’s shit for the people who have to watch me go through this and it is shit for me. Apologies if you’re religious, I have stopped believing in God a while ago now. I decided if there really was a god all of the bad shit that happens in the world wouldn’t happen. Bad things wouldn’t happen to good people. I know plenty of good people who have been through some horrible things, things they don’t deserve. That is just my personal opinion. everyone is entitled to their own opinion.
I know this all sounds super negative and gloomy but I warned you that I was going to be 100% honest, real and raw. This is how I have honestly been feeling. Hopefully once I start my Psychology appointments it will help but I can’t say Ill ever be the ‘old happy, confident Natalie’. How lovely that would be.
I apologize to my fiance Ross for not being able to give you the birthday you so deserved- again. This is just the story of our lives. Thank you Ash and Dane for buying everything to make the cake for Ross and Mum and also for the yummy pizzas. I think we did an amazing job with our Woolies cake hack trick and at least that is one joyous moment I could create for you both Mum and Ross. Hopefully next year we can celebrate with a little more happiness. Two peas in a pod are my mum and partner. Ironically, they share the same birthday the 7TH of April. These are the people that get me through. When I say I’m blessed with the best, that is an understatement.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MOST AMAZING PEOPLE! LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK.
Natalie xoxo
Here’s to my next blog being a little more upbeat!
Much love,
Nat xx