Beany wrote: Wed Jan 02, 2019 12:41 pm
Placeholder post. Short version:
Relationship that had me thinking I might actually be a functioning member of society fell to pieces,
Change in meds helped burning that bridge and be a bit more sanguine about that
Brother is more stable financially so less stress on that front
Fun car
Work has improved slightly, but still royally winds me up.
Currently starting 2019 in a holding pattern.
So where was I?
Oh yes.
Started the year pretty well, car, missus, felt like I was behaving Like A Person. Work was still fucking terrible, but I thought I was 'getting used to that', although the meds I was on at the time, in hindsight, were blinding me to problems there and elsewhere.
By the time summer rolled around, the missus had a depressive spell, didn't want me to come down, then didn't want to speak to me, then after a month and a half of this, i suggested a phone call - where you can't infer things that aren't there, as you can with text messages. By this point, my bro was financially fucked and I was having to support him, and I was getting pretty buggered in that respect too. And work was being crippling. So when she asked me to fully commit, I explained the above and that I didn't wan to make promises I couldn't keep - but that I wanted to get things back on track.
This didn't impress her and she dumped me. Which was a bit surprising as I sort of assume that being realistic in these things is better than just saying what she wanted to hear, but I suppose proves the point that even people you've known for near twenty years can be cunts, just like
everyone else. This is part the depression speaking, and part just empirical fact in my life

Anyway, jumping forward to look back, I don't regret it going that way for various reasons I won't bore you with.
At the time of course, this didn't lead to good times mental health wise, which then stretched into financials, as it often does - depressives on here will understand I imagine.
So around August I was basically at rock fucking bottom, considering suicide again, work was now disastrous as I felt I had no influence over things I was getting blamed for and made the sensible decision to ease off the flouxetine (which was leaving me feeling confused - not helping) and go to the docs. Got prescribed Citalopram. I also bought the BMW/sold the mondeo at this point to try to draw a line under the end of that relationship - being in the Mondeo wasn't a nice reminder of things; a bit like with the old mans car, etc.
Things picked up pretty well after that - BMW cheered me up (sounds trite, but it never hurts) giving me new things to learn, the work stuff that had been going badly; well, I basically washed my fucking hands of it. This got managements attention and they've started listening to me a bit more. The citalopram is kicking in and I'm not anxious (as I wasn't with the previous meds), but I also feel like I have a grip over my actions (unlike the previous meds) so that's good.
After a few weeks of a colleague taking multiple long weekends off - and lots of his 'little things' that only he does falling through, I basically ripped those responsibilities off him under pain of death, and the positive impact on business continuity that's had has gone down well with management, as has my generally picked up mood and more forward attitude.
Haven't heard a jot from the ex since, ooh, June, so I've burned that bridge and feel better for it.
Had some new people start at work, and have been the 'go to guy' for them learning the ropes of this place in terms of dealing with management etc (because I've had such a shit time of it with then for various reasons, arf), picking up some new skills (bit more telecoms stuff, but more SQL stuff, etc), and generally being a local legend etc. At home, I've cleared the house out a bit to help keep a clear mental state (again, depressives will be familiar...) with the help of my bro, who now has a full time job that he is absolutely fucking loving, so that helps too
So this year, I'm single, financially a bit more on top of things, respected at work, and I have a fun car to toy around in.
But I'm taking it easy for a bit. Just want to have a few months or so of a 'quiet life' before reaching back into things like trying to expand the social life a bit further, doing some more spannery stuff (MOT is up soon, car could do with a thermostat and a roof service, etc...) and getting my local test lab set up again for work stuff.
Got a few battles at work to deal with, but the new meds mean I'm more likely to put my foot down than before, which is needed with the management here - softly softly doesn't cut it.
So, 2018 can, in short, go suck a fuck. 2019 I'll ease myself into, methinks. I'm far from 'back on track' but I'm at least in the ballpark.
PS: Fucking hell Mito, your 2018 makes mine seem positively palatial, as do a few others here....!