I’ve been a bit absent as of late trying to mentally recharge as I had a little bit of a setback.
Life will always throw you curveballs and I’ve had a fair few of them thrown at me jut recently, the first of which being my partner. I decided to give him yet another chance and once again he has blown it. Using a persons mental health against them is not how a loving relationship should function. He claims that “I don’t care”, yet I have rearranged my whole schedule so I’m available for when he has surgery and to look after him afterwards. I have stayed up until stupid o’clock in the morning with him talking through the procedure because he’s nervous, even though I have early starts at work the next day. But apparently that’s “not caring”.
My next curveball has actually been my job itself. I work in the healthcare sector so you’d think they’d be more sympathetic towards your mental health needs, but you’d be wrong. Yes I have meetings every two weeks with my management whilst I’m on stage but they never listen to what you’re actually saying. One of the reasons my anxiety flares up is because of one of the particular sections I work on. I have to complete a competency because I’m still training but I don’t feel ready to do the full thing just yet. I asked for a baseline competency which I am getting but now there I all this pressure from nowhere to have the full competency done in a month. When I said I did not feel confident enough to be left on my own to run this clinic once “signed off” I was told that it was basically do it or go back down a banding and do the work I used to do for less money. It’s no way to treat a staff member who is still recovering from her mental health issues.
My third curveball actually came off the back of the previous. I was fed up with the way that I had been treated by my management that I actually started browsing other job opportunities. The first few I actually applied for were closer to my hometown and although I didn’t get an interview for one I did the second job. It was the same role as what I was doing now, but more money and a private clinic so it would be quieter and therefore less stressful. However, my anxiety kicked in and I ended up not going for the job. I then received an interview for a completely different job role but this time where I am currently living. I didn’t get myself worked up about it and last Friday I actually went along to Mansfield to be interviewed. Trying to keep my anxiety levels down whilst travelling somewhere I’d never been before, to a hospital I’d never been to and a building that you couldn’t find on google maps was definitely a challenge, and that was all before the interview actually took place.
The interview itself consisted of two group activities and then a solo interview. Throughout the morning the realisation started to dawn on me that everyone there was more qualified than me for the job and that dark cloud started to descend over my weak attempt of keeping calm. During my interview you are asked to disclose any prolonged sickness periods and that meant having to disclose my mental illness. Luckily there was no judgement and I went away feeling a little less depressed than I had going in to the interview. However, later on that day I got the inevitable rejection phone call. Even though I knew it was coming it was still hard for my brain to process it.
I am still applying for jobs and hoping that I can get somewhere that won’t judge my mental illness and help me in my struggles rather than just letting me deal with it on my own. I am finally getting my CBT to help with the OCD I’ve been struggling with and my doctors are so happy with my progress that they are hoping to wean me off my antidepressants in the next five months.
Slowly but surely I am making progress, and even though there have been knocks I am determined to come out of it the other side smiling.