Thanks didn't know me from Adam.
The stabity of this job did me the world of good. I proved to myself not just others that I was responsible and could commit to things.
I landed a proper job after this. However it didnt take long before my personal life disintegrated before my eyes but it didn't phase me because I was used to bad #$it happening to me it just felt normal.
I took less of my medication I was supposed to. I was in denial that anything was "wrong" with me. So many people with similar do the same.
I made mistakes at work that may not have happened if my home life was ok and I had not cut my meds to get more energy.
My nerves were suffering because I didn't feel safe and relaxed around Fred.
My family were not supportive of me since my first breakdown. My grandfather was disappointed with me. He must have known deep down I was unhappy too. And it all weighed on my mind.
And I suffered my second episode. I realise I was clinically depressed and everything was slowing down and my body was in protest. My digestive system was shot to bits. I lost weight and touch with reality.
I left my "proper" job, before the boss referred me to the occupational therapist. I would more likely than not have lost my job. I am certain they would have said that I couldn't carry on.