A short story on when I felt alone and asked for help.
January 2014, Maguiresbridge, Fermanagh. I woke up beside my fiancee (now ex wife) and felt extremely low, not my usual bubbly self and tried to explain to her I didn’t feel well. Back then, you could just turn up at your GPs surgery for a walk in appointment and be seen.
I did so and he diagnosed me with a mental health condition and depression, simply from bursting out into tears over a few simple issues bothering me.
I went home and told my wife to be what had happened, she laughed it off. As did her family who lived around us. Looking back, this definitely made things worse and I didn’t tell my own family what was going on.
I told one friend, who I no longer speak to about how things were and he was concerned, organised a guys night out in Belfast and I told the others attending how I was feeling. None of them knew how to approach this, and I broke down in front of everyone. (March 2014 – tbc)
My Mental Health Illness 