I am at the verge of a breakdown, due to too much stress.

I have emigrated from South Africa to the UK, on my OWN (With my doggie!) a month ago.

I basically know no one here, or those strangers I met through mutual friends live hours away.

The office I work in is a 4m x 4m office with no windows to outside, just some windows to the end of the corridor, so I don't really see anything.

It is just me and the director in the office, who travels a fair bit, so I am often alone in the room, making me feel like I am in isolation. On other days he may work from home initially, so only comes in late, so I still feel very isolated.

I have now started to go to the pub every now and again, but there are not a lot of people there, and none of them start conversation. At least it is the presence of people around, and hearing real voices as opposed to just the TV.

I am really struggling with loneliness. Last weekend I went to visit a friend who lives 3 hours away from me, and Sunday afternoon, at the thought of leaving, I had a panic attack and just froze. I couldn't cope with the thought of being alone.
I miss my friends from back home so terribly. I am clinging onto this one friend for dear life (She is actually a mutual friend who I had not met until I moved here, but I feel so co-dependent as she is something that at least is stable in my life)

The anxiety and thoughts in my head are triggering my depression. I am BP 2, so the depression is the part that scares me the most.
I am hoping to meet a lady with some horses a bit down the road from me, with the plan to get back into the saddle. I'm sure that will help me while away the time.
I am trying to meet people in the area through Facebook.

But the loneliness in the evening is killing me. The depression is killing me. I often question why I was silly enough to think I am strong enough to cope with this. But going home is not an option. I therefore feel like I am between a rock and hard place, and I hate feeling like I am cornered. I don't think I can quite explain the pain in my soul, the depression and at times just not having faith in yourself.

They say moving is one of the most stressful things you can go through. Now add in loneliness. A proper grieving process due to having lost your friends and life back home. No routine and navigating streets you are not familiar with. Mental illness.
It's becoming too much