Keep calm and carry on...
Well the form is in the post and now we wait for the verdict. Being scrutinised and judged by an unseen power that you have no control over. That has a horribly familiar feel to it but this is reality. How bitterly ironic and I can’t think of anything more cruel to do to a person with severe mental illness than to put them through a process that is akin to the feelings of psychosis.
What a fragile thing self-esteem is, and I think it struck me how much a benefits form is like a CV in reverse – instead of your achievements you document the struggle of daily life, the things that make it impossible to function, and it can leave you profoundly depressed and scared
How do you compress years of suffering into coherent sentences and do it justice knowing so much hinges on the outcome?
My partner, at least, is coherent now. He says he feels like he’s been hit by a truck and I can sympathise!
I’m trying to lighten up the mood here and travel hopefully so we put on some music yesterday and had a good talk. I try my best to reassure him and re-instate what little self confidence it has, but it’s not easy when he’s being ground down not only by his voices, but also by what’s happening at the moment.
There is a poster which says “Keep calm and carry on” and I look at it every morning. I found the companion to it last week which says “now panic and freak out”: it made me laugh at the time, but not today because it’s about right.
A friend I had once said to me about mental illness “it’s not a sprint, it’s a marathon” and I think those are wise words indeed.”
Comments
I am so relieved!
i agree
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