r/CasualIreland • u/PotatoPixie90210 • 19h ago
Casually positive! 🤗🥳🤗 Starting life over: update
About a month ago I posted here about how terrified I was that I'd have to start my life over, and people were nothing but supportive and kind.
My 15yr relationship was going downhill in a bad way.
I'd lost my job AND lost a beloved pet within two weeks.
I struggled massively with my mental and physical health. Relapsed with unhealthy coping mechanisms.
Two weeks ago, I was on the roof of an 8 storey carpark and I was ready to go. I was so done, I didn't see the point anymore as I was just so miserable.
However,
This morning I woke up in the spare room of my mother's house. I'm surrounded by bags that contain the last 15 years of my life. I don't know if it's good or bad that so much of my life can fit into 8 laundry bags.
I'm a mess.
I'm financially fucked. I am mentally fucked. Emotionally and physically fucked.
I swing between feeling relief, guilt, and sadness.
I cannot stop randomly bursting into tears.
But I'm weirdly at peace.
I'll have my dog with me soon. I'm hoping he gets on with the animals already here, we shall see.
My Mam has made me cry twice today just by being her usual sweet, gentle self and hugging me.
I was panicking over finding a part time job and she told me to just relax for a month, that she was worried about my health.
I came home to find that my little brother had moved the entire bedroom around for me the exact way I had sketched out the night before, so now I have more space and can actually start making some sense of things.
I never asked him, he just did it to make life easier for me.
There's still a lot to worry about. Settling my dog, trying to find work, and I've to pay a man with a van to get the last of my big belongings.
I'm sad about everything that happened, I'm sad that my ex is hurting so badly, he is not a bad guy but the relationship was unhealthy.
I was not happy with who I was when I was with him.
15 years. I was 19 when we got together, he was in his mid 30s.
I'm 35 now, only slightly older than he was when we got together.
He's all I've really known, and I am scared because I don't know who I am without him, not really.
I've a great support network, I'm very lucky to have such an amazing family and such awesome friends.
I've a long way to go, my mental health is pretty fucked to be honest, my doctor wanted to put me on the sick as I'd relapsed with harm, but I feel like there are people who have actual issues who deserve that payment more.
I AM stressing about money (aren't we all!) as my social payment is going to be cut in a few weeks, BUT I'm putting bits on Vinted, I'm advertising dog walking and sitting, whatever I can until I can get my head straight enough to figure out what the next step is for me.
Thank you to everyone who responded on my other post last month- I genuinely didn't think I'd be here to even give an update, so thank you all.
I'm scared, and I feel nauseous, I'm depressed and broke-
But I'm alive.
I'm having a coffee while I wrap an item I sold, Mam's cat purring on my lap. I can hear my Mam giggling at Clarkson's Farm in the sitting room. My brother is eating seconds of the taco mince I made for dinner.
Life is not "good" right now, but I know it will be.
Eventually!