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Well that's far from ideal! Since Monday I have been feeling physically run down, to compliment the heightening anxiety I have been feeling. Mouth ulcers, tired and a little foggy headed. 

However today I woke feeling a little lethargic, and poorly rested. But at the same time needed to do something with my day as I was up early. A bit of garden work kept me occupied for a while, then I decided I needed to do something more. Still feeling off, I opted for a gentle ride into town to meet a friend for coffee. 

The ride was nice, the company was great, and the ride home was nice too with a tailwind the whole way. But once back home I noticed that I was really starting to feel off. As the evening has progressed it has gone down hill a bit more. With a sore throat starting, and that feeling of hot eyes when you get a cold or flu. So not a great feeling at all. 

On the plus side, at least I am off sick already, so no need to soldier on for the sake of a stiff upper lip. On the downside, the whole idea of being signed off was to avoid reaching this stage, so meh, I will call it a draw. 

Time to get some shut eye and hope I wake feeling a little better. Would love to get some more cycling done in the coming days, for sanity if nothing else, so fingers crossed! 

Over recent years I have found myself wondering where this all began. What was my trigger to this whole battle with mental health, and when I could first recall the first instances or behaviours. 

I usually have these internal conversations late at night when I am trying to sleep, like now. 11pm on a Wednesday night. So I decided that the best way to deal with it is to document it. Then then next time I have these conversations, I can look back and remind myself and stop the cycle in its tracks. That's the plan anyway. 

So last night I was laying here at about 12.30am, trying to shut my mind up, and events of many years ago kept coming back into my head. 

I am going to try and write this little mini series in a more constructive way, but for now wanted to get this one out of my head. 

My Twisty! Since late in junior school, and definitely through secondary I used to carry cotton hankies. Good old fashioned cotten, washable hankies. None of that tissue nonsense. Gross I know! Anyway, hygiene aside, I always had one with me, much like my trust in inhaler, it was one of the items on the pocket checklist before heading out. 

Now these hankies, originally intended for their main purpose soon became something much more. My twisty. Wherever I was, whatever I was doing, I would always have one hand in my pocket, twisting the corners of the hankie. Tighter and tighter, the more nervous or uncomfortable I felt, the more I would fiddle with them. This habit went way on into my twenties. 

Now I know it's just a fidget thing, loads of people use things like that to pass time, create a distraction, or cope with anxiety. Heck we had a craze for fidget spinners, but for me this is just one little piece of the puzzle which helps me see my road map to where I am today. And also helps me to see this isn't sudden, or sporadic, but more a long term pattern for the way I have always been. 

I'm just going to wrap it all up there, but will add more parts to this series in the coming days as more things come to mind. 

Next up, late bed wetting, and how it shaped my early years... 

Watch this space. 

First things first, I feel a lot more relaxed about my situation today. So that's good. Thought it best to start on a positive note before spiralling down and moaning about everything else. 

This morning I am out for another walk. The plans of a ride scuppered again by another night of rain. As its cooling down now, the roads are not drying as quickly, and quite frankly I just don't fancy getting a wet bum. 

So instead I have come out for a little walk, today to Dulwich Park. Like yesterday, taking a break on a bench to offload my thoughts. 

Open park area, with trees and a play area. Blue cloudy skies.

Hopefully I can jump on the trainer this afternoon and burn off some more energy. 

Yesterday was a bit of a funny one, rapid high and low moods, trying to keep myself distracted with anything I could. Worked for the main part, but from time to time the silly thoughts took over. Trying to focus on myself a little bit more for the time being, and letting all the other noise of life disappear. I think sometimes I use that as a distraction from my own issues, which is probably part of my problem. 

Yesterday afternoon, my back and shoulders were still really tight, so I decided to have a soak in the bath. The idea was great, but sitting in a hot bath with your thoughts is sometimes a little too much. And on this occasion it certainly was. After about 15 mins I suddenly felt like I was over heating. My heart started racing, I started sweating heavily, and decided I needed to get out. Rolling over onto my knees to get up, I was hit with a huge wave of nausea, and got really light headed, so decided to stay put for a bit. By this point I was feeling the onset of a panic attack. What was wrong with me! 

Running the cold tap to cool myself down slowly helped, and in about 10 mins I was in a fit state to get out of the bath. Immediately my irrational mind went to "it's the new meds". Rationally though, I know when I have a long soak in a hot bath normally, I can get light headed anyway, rise in body temp and BP. So park that idea right there! The nausea was most likely just because of my intake recently and just how I feel in general exasperating the situation. Panic over. But if I didn't set myself baselines, I would be in a world of worry right now. 

The rest of the day passed without drama, and I stayed up late watching some TV, trying to relax enough to sleep. Going to bed around 11pm, thinking I was ready, I found myself restless and unable to get comfortable. The mouth sores I have from being run down at the moment don't help matters. I tried to distract myself with the idea and plans for a ride the next morning, but hearing the rain outside just left me thinking that was never going to happen, and what would I do with my day instead. 

Doing some mindfulness exercises I started to relax a little and let my thoughts flow in and out, until I got caught up on my history of anxiety, and thinking back to where I thought it all began. That in turn started writing a blog entry in my head, and the thoughts got deeper. Agreeing with myself that this would be a good blog entry, I put the idea to one side, promising myself I would tackle it soon. That seemed to do the trick, and I soon fell asleep, for an hour anyway. 

After that I had my usual night of broken sleep, and when I woke, I looked at the clock, went to roll over, then reminded myself I need to keep a routine. I got up, fed the dogs and took my meds. Then got ready for a walk and here I am now. Bum getting wet sitting on a damp bench in the park. Wondering already what people will think when I get up with a damp patch on my arse to finish my walk. 

When I get home, I will have some lunch, then make a start on my "History of Anxiety" blog. Possibly a mini series of blogs, rather than a huge long one that no one will read to the end of. But like this one haha. 

 

Anyway, thanks for reading, I'm off to be judged by the people of Dulwich for having a wet bum. 

Yesterday was a turning point for sure, with the appointment with the GP, the chat about meds, and realisation that I am starting to feel crap both physically and mentally. The past couple of days I have had mouth sores, felt tired, and a sudden loss of structure to my days. Not to mention eating lots of junk food. 

I write this from a bench by the river, as I have come out for a morning walk. Having spent last night calming my mind by thinking about going for a ride today, my first day being signed off sick. But waking to slightly crap weather, and forecasts of rain in a while. 

 

As I have been walking, I have already convinced myself that the idea of going for a ride is silly now, but will check the weather in a bit and see if that's possible at all. 

So many thoughts going through my mind at the moment, flying through at 100mph, without a chance to react. Like walking through a crowded street and just hearing people shouting things, but not having time to digest them. So I thought I would stop mid walk to jot some of them down, so not to forget them later. 

Right now, having just started the new medication, it is hard for me to try and get a grip on myself. Not only does it feel like a giant step back, it also leaves me wondering what's coming next. How will they affect me, will any rise in mood be from them or me. So many questions and concerns right now. 

The only thing I could think of doing was to use this as a benchmark for myself, log how I feel right now, before any medication has any effect, and then go from there to try and get a sense of what's going on. 

Before leaving home I called my boss, as its procedure to speak to a manager. Even though I have sent an email, having received no communication to acknowledge it, I thought it best to make the call. I got voicemail, so left a long message saying I would be off, but really hoped to hear something from them while I am off, and said it might help things if I were to. We shall see on that front eh. 

In the meantime, my mood is pretty low, a sense of self loathing creeping in, but I feel in control. Practising my CBT to ward away the crap thoughts. While walking I have noticed I am definitely feeling a lot more anxious about the people around me. Walking along slightly busy streets, trying to make space for myself, but feeling people are magnetically attracted to me, which ever way I go, they go too, walk along a wide pavement and somehow they seem to brush right by me. Sunglasses on on an overcast day, headphones in (listening to Parenting Hell) to block out as much as I can to try and be alone with my thoughts. 

Tension in my neck and shoulders has me feeling uncomfortable, and has been a theme of my sleep for the past couple of days. Walking makes my lower back hurt too, so the combo of both is not ideal. But that's another good excuse to stop and write this. 

Physically within myself I feel balanced, but have to make a point of not over doing it for the next couple of weeks. Walking, running and cycling are my escapes from my mind, which can sometimes becomes a bit self destructive.

I guess that's its for now, I better carry this walk on. Just feels good to jot all that down, and download it from my head. On to over thinking other things now. 

Heres hoping I hear from work, but not holding my breath. 

Another entry coming soon for sure. Be patient, there is gonna be a lot of these types of entries for a while. 

... I have been signed off sick!

Progress with the situation at work has ground to a halt, the discussions are non existent, and the answers are nowhere to be found. Even after getting all the support in the world from OH after being sent there by HR, the follow up meeting to discuss the report and where we go from here has simply just not happened. 

I have no idea who to blame, each party seems to be waiting on something from someone else. In the last conversation I had, we discussed the overall WFH situation for the whole work group, but the call was cut short from a bad connection, and we never got around to moving on to my specific case. The weekend has really been a rough one, with over eating, under exercising, and simply not being myself. So when today came around, with the review with the GP, I was just as honest as I could be.

Having not stuck to taking the meds, and choosing to go it alone for a while, I was told it was commendable, but maybe time to take them, at least with a lower dose to start with. And also that time off may be beneficial to my state of mind, so to begin with I have been signed off for two weeks. 

I have had a couple of email exchanges with work today to try and push the OH report along a bit, and maybe get an indication of when we are going to sit down and discuss it, but nothing of any substance has come of it. So when speaking to the GP, I expressed how crappy I was starting to feel, and a sense of hopelessness was creeping in, she felt a break was a good thing. Give me time to get back on the ground, and give work time to see what they are going to do next. 

It feels UTTERLY shit to be signed off sick, defeated, overwhelmed and pretty fuckin sad to be honest. I have spent years trying to keep myself on the level, I have done so well for so long, yet here I am after what has felt like a really good run, spiralling down, caught up on the whole situation with work, which is dragging me down.  There is a sense of relief, but at the same time a sense of failure too. Not to mention that I wonder now if I am going to hear anything from work, or if they too will use it as breathing space, and do nothing til my return to work date. Who knows. 

The over active, anxious mind can be a prick at times, and even in this moment where I should be feeling some relief, I am left worried and anxious about what is going to be said, how I will be perceived, and if any progress will be made on my OH situation. I can't win, I really can't.
Well, that's a bit of a lie really, I would feel a hell of a lot better if work would get a move on and tell me what is going on. 

Is it really that big an ask? A follow up on a report that was sent over three weeks ago? I have read it, I know what it suggests and recommends. I have talked it through with the OH doctor, and understand fully what she wants to see happen. It is there in black and white, for whoever to read, digest and act upon. But no, for some reason this has not happened. It leaves me feeling a mixture of anger and frustration right now, and one I don't think is going to change until I hear something back.

It's all very well having been given time off, but if I return to the same situation, what exactly has the time off achieved. Some breathing space sure, but time alone with your own thoughts is not always a good thing, certainly not for me anyway. 

Keep your fingers crossed that I hear something back soon. If I don't I will just go round the frickin twist in the next two weeks. 

Thanks for reading. 

This is a strange and frustrating entry to write for sure. I have reached a point where nothing is happening, I am trapped in limbo, and I don't have a clue what is going on around me. I think a little background might help, or you will quickly become as confused as I am. 

A few weeks ago, at the companys request I had a consultation with an occupational health specialist. This was to discuss my issues with anxiety and how they affected me with respects to returning to working from an office. It was something I was quite happy to do, felt it was part of a process of understanding and adapting, so was very open and forthcoming in the consult. 

I have in fact written a whole entry about this, but due to the matter being ongoing, it remains unpublished at this time, out of respect to those still dealing with it.  But here lays the problem. I am still unable to publish it, as after three weeks of the assessment and report being written, I have heard nothing... NOTH-ING !!

Part of the problem is totally excusable, I myself have had a week off, my line manager had two weeks off, and the HR rep had some time off. None of us have been off for the entire three week period though. While I was off I did keep checking my email in case HR had contacted me, but nothing. On returning to work I thought I would give everyone a few days to get their feet under their desks, read and absorb the report and get back to me... Nothing. 

Yesterday I heard from Lewisham IAPT following my assessment with them, and they have fast tracked my case, and I begin CBT in a weeks time. Fantastic news, and something to update HR and my manager with, as it is all part of the same issue, and for transparency it helps to know what is happening.  Email sent, and within a short time I get a reply from HR saying its great news I am getting treatment, however they are no longer my rep and they have copied in the new one... WTF !! You got the report three weeks ago, have seemingly done nothing with it, and now I am simply passed on. Raging!

So I emailed the new rep, saying I was wondering if they could give me an update on the case. I received a reply this morning which translated read "I know nothing about this, let me get some more information on this and get back to you". It actually asked me to confirm who I saw for my OH appointment and said they will get back to me. But for my over active anxious mind, my translation is far more applicable.  I am beyond frustrated, and heading towards a level of anger that a case of anxiety is being dealt with in such an ironic anxiety inducing manner. THREE WEEKS and nothing, then little more than a "huh!".

Now, I know I am being a little rude here, my timid mind says I am being impatient, but I know that in reality this has been dealt with badly. I have a copy of the report, I have read the recommendations, I know there are no grey areas in there, or things which need clarifying or interpreting. I am fully aware of what SHOULD happen next, but the delay and lack of communication just makes it feel like there is plotting going on, and that they are trying to screw me over somehow. 

On finishing the assessment then receiving the report my mind relaxed a bit, and some weight shifted from my shoulders. A feeling of accomplishment, that I had gotten through a tough stage, but things would seem smoother from here. But that has all gone down the pan by the absolute lack of communication. 

The report was requested by HR. OH stated the report was to be written to HR. Reading the report it is addressed to HR. The same HR who asked me to speak to my line manager and not them moving forward from the initial contact. Now, buck passed, files pushed off the desk, passed over to someone else who has clearly not been brought up to speed with my situation. But hey, don't worry, it doesn't affect my life !!

Well, newsflash, it does, and it IS! The past couple of days, especially since the nonchalant brush off, my mind has been all over the place, head in a spin, and I am left trying desperately to focus on other things.
All because the ball has been dropped.

Following a flurry of emails from me to all parties concerned, and some above, I have head back from my manager, and hope to have a meeting with him later on today, so I can at least say where I am, how it is affecting me, and find out what is happening moving forwards. Behind the scenes, god knows what is going on, but I hope it is productive, as I really can't carry on like this much longer. 
 

This entry was originally written on 17/8/2022. However due to delays beyond my control, it has taken this long to publish it, as it has taken 7-8 months to finalise things since this appointment. Make of that what you will. But it has been a very frustrating wait. And so much more has happened in that time, which has changed things a lot.

 

It has been a long time coming, and a cause of great anxiety for me, as I have mentioned before. But yesterday I finally had my appointment with Occupational Health. Before I get into that, let me do a quick (by my standards) recap of how we got here. 

I started the role I am in now back in 2002, so 20 years ago now. A few years later I had my first recorded mental health episode. I am not drawing parallels here, or claiming my role caused or triggered this. For the record I love my job, and am pretty fond of the company I work for. The timing is just unfortunate.

Through the years in the role I have had a number of episodes of anxiety and depression, some of which have led to long term sickness. There has never been an obvious trigger of one of these episodes for me, just a sudden slump in mood and sense of well-being, and an immediate withdrawal from society.  Over these episodes I have been prescribed medication which I have remained on for long periods, as well as been sent to counsellors and group therapy classes. I have always managed to bounce back over time. 

The highs and lows have always been pretty frequent, month to month noticing changes in my mood, interactions and focus, but thankfully the massive dips have been pretty spread out. I have never quite understood what the root cause was, but just dealt with and adapted accordingly.  One constant I have discovered is exercise helps me manage my mental health. Keeping active, and having an escape and distraction from day to day life keeps me far more level than I have experienced in the past. It also keeps my healthier physically too. Except for times when I am struggling to cope, when I will bury myself in exercise. Riding and running to excess, and causing myself physical harm.

Fast forward almost two decades to 2020, and the beginning of the global pandemic. Late March 2020, the instruction to Work From Home came into play, and everything changed. If you look back at blogs of mine between now and then, you will see so many positive entries, how good it feels to be away from the office environment. The feeling of being in control of my space and surroundings, and how good it made me feel mentally.  Don't confuse this with the common sense of freedom many found being away from the office. Of course I felt that too, but early days it was hard for me to put my finger on, but I felt good. 

As time went on, I still felt good, wasn't experiencing my usual seasonal dips in mood, and felt far more positive about life in general. The first year passed, lockdowns came and went, and the instruction to remain working from home continued, hurrah! By the start of 2022 the company started talking about the next steps, and how it included a complete review of roles which had worked from home throughout the pandemic, and a new way of working taking into consideration work-life balance, and a new hybrid working scheme. The idea was to identify which roles could just stay at home moving forward, which could split between office and home, and which would need to return to location based working.  From everything that had been said along the way, my role was a no brainer for remaining at home.

As we waited for the structure to be announced there was some anxiety for me. Pretty sure it made sense we were staying at home, but needed to see it in writing. About a month ago now, we were told the decision was made, and we were.... Going back to the office 100% of the time! From WFH to WTF !!
My mind exploded, my mood spiralled and I felt the world around me crashing down. I immediately reached out to my line manager, his manager, HR, and my GP, as well as the work provided wellness provider. Expressing my distress at the decision, not to mention my amazement at it, given other similar roles were at least hybrid. 

Thankfully my line manager was very understanding, and guided me on what I needed to do next. Speaking to him and HR it was decided that I should be sent to Occupational Health for a review of my situation. I won't go into specifics here, but I highlighted my mental health concerns, and pointed out how much better WFH had been for me, not only mentally, but from a work perspective, productivity wise too. It was suggested that work would of course give consideration to reasonable changes to allow for my needs, but first needed to determine what those needs were, was this a "disability" and if it was, was it long term. Trying to find out who made that decision proved quite tough. I will come to that later. 

In the space of a week I found myself with a GP appointment, a referral to Lewisham IAPT services, and an appointment to speak with OH. First up, the GP appointment. I will be brief as there is a blog about this, but the outcome was the referral to IAPT, and suggestion to go onto medication. I felt I had been heard and understood by the GP, so self referred to IAPT, and picked up my prescription.  Informing work of the outcome of this, I was told this would be passed on to OH for my appointment.
When I had spoken to the GP, I had asked who determines if there is a disability, and was told it was down to my work to do so. So not a medical diagnosis, but a recognition of my needs by the employer. 
HR had in turn suggested that they would take lead from OH. 

So here we are... Told you the recap wouldn't be too long!

The OH appointment, yesterday. The moment I had been dreading, but also a turning point in the road either way. Not a fork in the road, but a straight up T-junction, things from this point will go one way or the other. So lets take a look at the appointment, and what was covered and roughly what was said. Again, I don't want to go into too much detail as the ink is still wet on the report, and although I have heard what the report will contain, I have not seen the actual wording used yet, so don't want to get too ahead of myself.

First up was confirmation of what was going on with me. My role, time in the role, what has changed, and how I was feeling right now. I explained I had done the role for a long time now, and had experienced intermittent bouts of anxiety and depression, I didn't feel they were connected as such, but the time working from home had made me realise that being in an office environment was almost certainly detrimental to my mental health, and that during the time away from office life my mental health had improved no end. So to that extent I felt I could draw correlation between the two.  
I then went on to discuss medication, and at this point I begged understanding, and explained that although prescribed, I had not yet started taking the medication, as I was concerned this dip was purely triggered by current events with WFH, and that once I had a better understanding of what was happening next, I felt that things were likely to improve rapidly on their own, without needing to be stuck on medication for a couple of years. To my surprise she almost completely agreed with this decision, and said it was worth seeing how things went in the next couple of weeks before starting them. I did of course point out that I am in no way against medication for this, and will happily start them if things did not start to improve. 

Discussing the role, the needs of it, and how I interact with other employees, she said she felt that it was a good fit for a WFH or hybrid role, so was a little confused by the change. Obviously she is not employed by the company, so is not 100% aware of the roles and its needs, so can't judge too heavily based on just my input. 

As the conversation went on I felt more and more comfortable speaking openly, not only about my own mental health, but also what I felt work could do to adapt things for me. We discussed how negatively even hybrid working can affect some peoples mental heath, and I pointed out that I have kept a blog/diary since we started working from home. And on reading back through it, I could not identify one point in time where I felt being back in an office environment would be better for me either mentally or productivity wise. She was pleased to hear this. 

Explaining that she would now need to produce a report to send back to my HR rep, in which she would make her findings known and also make recommendations, she began to summarise what we had discussed, and what should be done moving forward from here. 
First stating that I was in contact with my GP, and waiting for counselling. I was in possession of, but not currently taking my medication, which she supported. 
Moving onto her understanding of my role, how practical and achievable it has been while WFH during the pandemic. Then it was time for the big one, the part that had sat heavily on my shoulders for months now. What should be done in relation to my working environment. 

She said, "I am going to recommend that you continue to work from home on a permanent basis" adding "I feel that your condition is long term and on-going, and believe it would be covered by the act" Referring to the Equality Act 2010. To say I almost cried is no exaggeration, an instant wave of emotion crashed over me, washing away all the weight from my shoulders in a flash. Gone!
Given I haven't cried in about twenty years, that was quite a big deal for me!

For the next few minutes she carried on explaining what she was going to suggest to HR, what their actions should be given the situation, and more. As she did so I rudely interrupted a few times with pieces of information I felt were important to be included, such as I am of course not in any way adverse to attending meetings or other group activities on an ad-hoc basis, and my main goal here is separation from a busy office, for the sake of my mental health. I went on to say that the only two thoughts that had crossed my mind when we had been told we were returning to the office were a separate office on my own, or most likely needing to resign from my role completely. 

I also asked about the definition of "disability" in this situation, and who actually determines this. Having asked my GP and HR about it already, I was desperate to find out who does this. Given she had mentioned it, I thought I would ask. The reply was simple, her "recommendations" should be enough for most companies in most situation to determine there is indeed a long term disability which requires recognition and adaptation. However the only body who can formally stamp the work "disability" would be an employment tribunal, which she hoped there would be no need for. 

Rounding off the conversation, I thanked her sincerely for listening to me, and understanding so many of the confusing things I might have said. Expressing how life changing just this conversation had been, and how anxious I had been leading up to it, only to feel such an overwhelming sense of relief immediately afterwards.  The conversation ended with her telling me that she felt her report would be enough to encourage the company to allow continued working from home moving forwards, that there should be no need for any follow up appointment with her, but she was more than happy to speak again if things do not work out, or there are future concerns. 
WOW !!!

Now, I am not stupid. Writing this the day after the appointment, with HR having not yet seen, let alone digested the report, I am very aware that this actually changes nothing formally at this stage. By the time I publish this blog, I will have received my copy of the report, and hopefully so will HR. Furthermore I hope we will have spoken about it, or at least have a meeting in the pipeline, with some indication of their intentions towards the report. None the less, even at this point, I feel so much better.

Having spoken to a number of friends about the appointment, the findings and recommendation of OH, everyone feels that this is definitely a positive thing. Regardless of what happens next, a massive weight has been lifted, I no longer feel like I am making this all up just so I can be a hermit and work from home, getting my own way. Instead I feel like I have been recognised as having a condition which makes doing my role, in the proposed setting incredibly uncomfortable and mentally unsettling for me. Something I only came to realise by chance due to the global pandemic. WFH giving me the separation and time to realise that it is not the role, it is not the company, it is the office setting which causes me so much mental exhaustion, and impacts both my work and private life long term.  In a word, vindicated!

There is a still a long road ahead, or at least it feels that way. So many things could happen from here on in. Just now it feels like none of them can be considered negative. In my mind now, returning to working from a shared office is no longer a reality, or should I say fear. Instead WFH is possibly on the cards, with a multitude of other less favourable, but not negative, options floating around. If for any reason the report is ignored, then there is a process to follow at this point, but I am confident it will not come to that. 

Looping back round to the start of this whole process, and the email from HR, it seems the decision should be a simple one. The point of referring me to OH in the first place was, I quote

"we will need to send you to our occupational health provider to understand if you have a disability and what that disability is and get some professional advice on what we need to know as employers. Once we receive a report back, we can then have a discussion on what is next, but without this we are unable to determine if you will continue to work from home or return to the office."

So make of that what you will, but I think the stage is set. Of course, even with the best outcome, this doesn't mean there will not be some form of "managing" me, but I will just leave that thought there for now.

Of course there is one last thing, and that is the groups appeal to the manager, which has now gone higher up, to remain working from home as an entire workgroup (in our own houses, not at one!). The decision of this appeal is still outstanding, and could negate this whole process for me if it is decided that the role is indeed in the scope of WFH. Either way, I am pleased to have had the consultation, and recognition from OH that I do indeed have "needs" and a long term condition. Wow that feels good to say!

The next bit below was written a day or three after the part above, due to waiting on the report from OH and the reaction from HR.

I wrote the line above in the genuine belief that the process was simple and would take a matter of days to finalise. However, 7-8 months later, and although I have had a verbal conversation with my HR, I am still awaiting anything in writing, or a formal Teams meeting with HR and my manager to absolutely settle the matter once and forever.  So its been more like 180 days, rather than 2 or 3, and I am still kinda waiting, although not out of my mind and frantic any longer.  

 

 

Quite often with lots of things with mental health, it is hard to get others to understand what you mean. A friend of mine recently said about the differences between mental and physical health. Everyone can see a broken leg, most people have had at least a bad ankle, so can relate to the difficulties it may cause someone.

The problem with mental health is you can't see it, and most of the time words are not able to convey exactly what it is you are experiencing. For starters we all have different ways of expressing ourselves, and words we may choose may not translate well to the other person.  A lot of people would consider a mental health crisis as one of the extreme examples, such as a huge outburst, uncontrollable screaming and shouting, or physical harm against people or their environment, including harm to themselves. 

But there are a whole load of stages way before this for many, which feel internally just as painful and upsetting, but are completely invisible to others. Use of common phrases like "feeling anxious" or "so depressed" in society in general dilute the intensity of the language people in crisis can use. "Feeling anxious" about a first date, is not the same as feeling anxious about walking outside and getting some shopping. Hiding as you walk up the road in case you see someone you know, wearing sunglasses on an overcast day to avoid eye contact and so on.  So please be aware there is a difference to general feelings, and actual conditions which really over exaggerate those feelings, all day, every day.

So, the analogy.
When you first start to feel a bit off, like something isn't quite right, it is only normal to mask them, and hide the issues, like nothing is wrong. Human nature kicks in, and we limp on with our day. But then it gets a bit worse, and people start to notice you are limping. This is where the analogy comes in.

If you had to carry a large box through a public area, people will see you carrying it. If you start to struggle with it, most will look on, some will mock, others look away to avoid feeling uncomfortable with not helping you. But one or two people might come over and offer help with it. Generally you will politely decline their offer of help, insisting you are OK. Even though the box is slipping, you limp on and fight to stay in control and not drop the box.
If you see someone who knows you, and they offer help, pride will dictate you still decline their offer of help, you can do it, right? Some friends will push back and insist on helping, others will respect your answer. There is no right or wrong answer at this point, people who know you and care will always try and do what is right for you.

When the friend offers help, it can go one of two ways, accept the help, or "stay proud". Sometimes their push back is all you needed to make you swallow your pride, accept their help, and save your back from breaking. Other times their push back can strengthen your determination to prove to everyone you CAN do it, and in the process cause yourself a world of pain. 

My point here is, that in the right frame of mind, accepting help when others around you notice you need it is a good thing. It saves further damage, shares the burden, and gains you support on your journey with the box. Turning that help down can end in all sorts of different ways, from dropping the box and smashing the contents, to achieving your stubborn goal, but crippling yourself in the process. 

If you see someone struggling with a box, lend a hand if you think you can be of help. If you think it would be too heavy for you, maybe find another way to help, get a metaphorical trolley? If they decline the help, give a little push back "I don't mind, really".. But no harder, just in case you cause them to prove their point. 

On the other side, if you are the one struggling with the box, put your pride aside, and if you are able to, accept a hand with it, lighten the load, and get to where you are going in a better state. 

It may or may not make sense, but what I am trying to get across is carrying a box can sometimes take two or more people. Watching others struggle is plain mean, and struggling alone for the sake of pride just isn't worth it.

Really struggling today to think straight. Combination of fatigue and just not feeling right upstairs, more the latter I think. Slept badly last night, didn't rest as much as I should have over the weekend, eaten badly, stressed my body any mind over the past couple of days. And to top it off, decided to go for a run this morning, which in retrospect was a silly idea taking into account all the above! But hey, when will I learn. 

Really started the day off in a shitty mood, couldn't care less about anything right now, very much an "aaah fuck it" approach to the day. Not sure why my mood has taken such a swing like this, but I can feel it and it sucks hard! Even on the run this morning I kept having little mini stops, and the voices in my head just said "quit, just walk, fuck running!" I pushed back and finished the run, which usually gives me a sense of achievement, and lifts me a bit, but not today.

Instead I am hot, tired, and most of all distracted by my own thoughts. Unable to have much of a thought process, which makes working rather difficult for me. The simple tasks seem fuzzy, the smallest irritation is a massive deal, and my patience is absolutely non existent. Right now, my one desire is to curl up with the dogs in a dark room, have some gentle ambient sounds, and let everything else just dissolve away. No Ann, not you. Even the most simple of tasks turns into a fight for concentration. You know when you walk into the kitchen and forget what you went in for? Well, its the same process for almost any task I start at the moment. Pick up your phone, no idea why. Walk into the hall, forgotten where I am going. Open a window on the PC, now what, how do I do the task I am trying to do?
Hence hiding is preferential. 

I have wavered for the past few weeks about my state of mind, and how things have been since the little matter of WFH ending. Up and down is definitely one way of explaining it, but more accurately I would say pretty stable, just with the occasional fall of a huge emotional and mental cliff. It is hard to explain, it is almost like a switch being flipped, for no apparent reason, or so it feels. Maybe its just excessive mental load, that is the only thing I can put it down to.

Lots going on, fingers in all sorts of pies, meanwhile the worry of work rumbles on, and I think all put together it is just causing me to shut off from time to time, to in some way protect myself from dealing with too much in one go. I think it really becomes apparent to me when it starts to affect my "go-to" activities. Saturdays ride felt like far more of a chore than it should have been. Sure it was hot, and I ran out of energy. But the after effects of just wanting to hide for a bit in a dark room were not so much physical than mental. 

Same again with running this morning. I know I have felt hot and exhausted before. Reading through notes on previous runs shows that. But what gave in this morning was the mind, not the body. And to me, that sucks. Running and riding are my escapes. When all else goes wrong, I escape with them, but right now, my mind is pushing back, almost as if it wants to fall further and go deeper down the rabbit hole.

My response to all of this, well this is going to be tough for sure. Staying as positive as I can, and trying to remain objective is key. See through the distraction and darkness, and find the positives in all the situation when subconsciously I am trying to quit and shut down. Stay aware of myself and my feelings, and respond in ways which are for my own sake, and not that of others. 

The work part, well that is a tougher situation. On normal days it is bad enough to stay objective and deal with issues as they arise. But right now, with my head in a funk, dealing with an absolute shit show of a location, and with the WFH situation looming. Just the idea of logging on is an effort and one that feels counter-intuitive if my own well-being is my main concern.  I have my Occupational Health appointment tomorrow afternoon, so will have to write down some notes about what is going on. Otherwise right now, I would just be like a nodding dog, and have nothing constructive to add to the appointment. Which would be bad for me I am sure. 

So much to think about right now, the more I write, the more I realise, so I guess at least this is helping (as usual)

I will leave it there, and will start to make my notes for tomorrows appointment. Maybe feeling this way right now is a good thing, as it helps me see clearly how messed up my head is actually getting about all this. Ya think?

 

Thanks for reading. Here's to things getting better. Have a great week all. 

 

 

It is fair to say that the last time I spoke to a GP a couple of weeks ago was a relief. The pre appointment anxiety was dealt with swiftly by a doctor asking me to tell her what was going on, and listening as I spoke. Then encouraging me to share more information, before discussing with me what my options were. Well today was the follow up to that appointment, a checkpoint to see how things were going and what could and would happen next. Now feeling a little more confident about speaking to the GP about it again, I was ready with what I wanted to say. However, I was in for a rude awakening.

The call itself was a little later than planned, but that is fine, schedules slip and all that. Although I had not received the usual text reminder yesterday about this, so did at one point worry a little that I had got the date or time wrong, or something else of my own doing. None the less, the call came in.

After introducing herself, she told me that she was calling to follow up on her colleagues appointment with me a couple of weeks ago. All good so far.  I thanked her for calling, and we got into the consultation. It went a little like this.

GP: You were prescribed 25mg of meds, is that correct?
Me: Yes that's right
GP: How has that been?
Me: Errm OK really, no real difference.
GP: No 25mg is a very low dose, we use this to see how it sits with you. I will increase the dose to 50mg, is that OK?
Me: Yes, ok if that's whats needed
GP:OK I will send the prescription to the pharmacy now. In the meantime take 2 of the 25mg a day until you collect the new prescription.
Me: OK will do. 
GP: I also need your BP, so do you have a machine at home?
Me: Yes I do
GP: OK I will text you now, reply to that with the reading when you can.
Me: OK I will do that shortly
GP: OK if thats it, we will arrange an appointment in 4 weeks to follow up with you, reception will call you. 
Me: Oh, OK then, thanks.

By the end of the whistle-stop conversation it felt apparent that this was not a GP I was going to feel comfortable having dialogue with, so just kept it short and sweet to prevent myself getting frustrated or upset by it. Lower my expectations to match the perceived level of interest. Something I have learned to do over the years. There will be another appointment, so I will bide my time and save the more intimate stuff for someone I feel is interested and listening to me. I think this is one of the issues with phone consultations, not being able to see the person, so having to gauge their levels of interest and interaction by voice and tone alone. Not always easy, and definitely not always right either. 

So now there are 4 weeks until I speak to my GP again, and the decision on taking, upping or abstaining from meds sits heavy with me. In the meantime my general state of mind has improved somewhat since getting the ball rolling on speaking with HR at work, them arranging the OH appointment, and my other decision surrounding the idea of returning to an office. Having a back-up plan has really helped, and just knowing that I am OK with finding a different job if it comes to that has made me feel far better about myself. 

Right now I would say I am in a stable place. Although today's perceived lack of interest and engagement has wobbled me for a bit. Not feeling comfortable to ask the questions I had, and explore other avenues at this point is frustrating, but not life changing, so deep breath, and looking at things in perspective, and it will be OK. The time for that will come, and I am in control of the situation. Screening etc can be done without the GP involvement, but at a financial cost... But so be it. 

In the meantime, I have my other appointments coming up with others such as OH and IAPT, so still more to do before worrying about what comes next. The WFH decision is a slow one, but in the pipeline, so that also just needs a little time, to get the final outcome, from which I can then decide which direction next. Options are aplenty. 

In general, day to day well-being has taken a bit of a hit in the past week or so. Physically my back is still giving me a bit of grief, but a lot better this week thanks to Andrew Fung the Osteopath, who I am seeing again later this week. This has led to a drop off in cycling and a complete lack of returning to running for now. Frustrating to say the least, but also has a knock on effect to my mental health too. 
In that respect, my brain is telling me all sorts of weird and wonderful horror stories of what might happen if I go riding. I want to get out on the single speed, but brain says "what if, what if, what if".... So I don't!

Running wise, I have a half marathon at the end of the month, which is looking less and less likely to happen, or at least certainly won't all be running, as it has simply been so long since I ran any distance whatsoever. So trying to jump back in with a half marathon might be asking for trouble. Although... Maybe if I keep the pace down....  !! We shall see. I want to try and get a run in before the end of this week. 
So til then, here's to next week and my appointments with OH and IAPT. As for WFH, no news is good news, as it means the 30 day countdown to return to the office has not yet started. But watch me eat my words in the next day or so. That said, just because the notice is given, it doesn't actually set a date for me to return at that point. 

Here ends todays update.  Thanks as ever for reading.