O2

It's not very often that a company genuinely shocks me but today O2 have done just that. My phone bill was overdue and as a result a bar had been placed on my phone - not a problem when I am in the house as we have wifi so I was able to keep in touch with everyone thanks to iMessage. Later this afternoon though I have another counselling appointment, I had texted my husband panicking that something might happen and I would have no way of being able to contact him (or anyone else for that matter). Stuart rang O2 and explained the situation to them and the nice person at O2 agreed to lift the bar for me so that I can leave the house without worrying.
This is a huge deal for me, chances are I won't need to use my phone later, but thanks to O2 I know that I can, as a result I feel less panicky and am ready to face the world.

Thank you O2, not only for excellent customer service but also for understanding mental illness - if only there were more companies like you. FYI - my bill is now paid!!

Yesterday...

Yesterday, unlike the song, my troubles weren't that far away, yesterday I made the decision to be honest with myself and finally pressed publish on this post. It was hard, really hard, I sat there staring at the little orange box wondering if I was doing the right thing, wishing there was someway of knowing, before I had chance to talk myself out of it I published the post and immediately shut the laptop down. After a couple of hours had passed I figured that just pressing send wasn't enough, to let people know what I was going through I tweeted a link, again I was terrified - part of me wanted to sit in my own little corner of the world, not drawing attention to myself, pleading ignorance, but that wasn't going to help me.
Last night I was inundated with tweets and messages of support, complete strangers congratulating me on speaking out, other sufferers telling me their stories and telling me that I will get better - I will treasure those messages forever, they will become my motivation, something to look back on when the going gets tough(er), my reason to keep fighting. I want to be able to sit and write a blog post about my recovery, looking back at this time and being unable to recognise myself, I know that time will come, and I know that speaking out yesterday has proven to myself that I am stronger than I ever realised.

To all of you who sent me messages, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

A thank you

Happy Monday! I wanted to start this week by thanking everyone who is reading this blog. A few short weeks ago when I sat down and started to type I wasn't entirely sure whether anyone other than my mom or Stuart would want to read it - this weekend I hit a 1000 page views so it would appear I was incorrect. Thank you to all of you who are reading, sending messages of support and offering up incredible amounts of support, I will never be able to thank you all enough.  

Thank you!

Not so much a blog post but a thank you today. 3 weeks ago I sat down to start this blog with no idea where it was going to head and whether it was going to be something I enjoyed or not, 3 weeks in and I love it! You guys reading it have been a huge support to me both on here and on twitter in helping me come up with ways to keep in touch with Stuart and how to combat my loneliness on days when it all gets to much.

So here's to you all.