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The Pressure

Exams, my parents breaking up, being short of money, my best mate moving away made the daily grind unbearable. I found that I was missing meals, because I wasn’t hungry. Facing the world was becoming more and more difficult. Friends would ask me out and I just couldn’t be bothered. It was easier to stay in bed later and later. I was just so tired all the time. Even simple things were knackering. All I could do was drink a few tins.

The teachers at College were on my back for not completing my course work. I felt so unhappy and unable to deal with it, it was easier not to go. The future just didn’t seem to have any hope. I had no one to turn to. There was little hope that I was going to get my exams now. What did I have to look forward to?  A dead end job!

The Turning Point

I was lucky. My tutor at College kept ringing me. Not to give me a hard time, but she kept saying come in just for a chat. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. After the forth call, it was easier just to go and tell her not to bother.

At College, she said she was worried about me and maybe I should get some help. I was really spooked that they were going to treat me as though I’d really lost it, but the College Counsellor was just great. He just listened to all that was happening and how I was feeling. I remember him saying’ "I’m not surprised how rotten you’ve been feeling. Now what can we do together to start making you feel better."

The Lights Go On

We started by putting big decisions like leaving College on hold and concentrating on everyday things. We planned a daily timetable, making times to do routine things. I made sure that I started doing things that used to give me pleasure.

It was hard initially making contact with old mates, but it got easier the more I did it. They said they thought I was being really off; they didn’t realise quite how miserable I was becoming. Another difficult thing was drinking less lager, I thought it made me feel better, but the counsellor said it made me more depressed.

I guess it took about six weeks before I knew that I was feeling a bit better, and longer before I was back to normal. I’ve seen the Counsellor about six times. Now when I see him in the corridor, I tell him if I’m feeling a bit off. Most of the time I cope with it, but it’s good to know there’s someone there for me. I didn’t need to deal with it alone. I had to redo my first year at College and it’s a lot easier second time around... I’ve learnt lots of things & Getting help was easier than I first thought.

Written by a www.eefo.net user

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