After three years i finally admitted to someone a few weeks ago that im really struggling with what can only be described as anxiety and depression.
Basically since my Nan passed away i have become something of a hermit. Weight gain and a general conscience feeling of paranoia, anxiety and depression have followed. The only thing keeping me going was playing football with friends to take my mind off things until i had ligament/knee issues in my left knee which stopped me playing at 100% sometimes altogether.
I went from going out with friends on weekends to just hiding from everyone, i dont know why but i always felt like being alone. My whole attitude just changed from an outgoing, pleasent young lad to that of mistrust and almost hate for everything of the outside world. I went 'to the darkside' if you will. (Sorry for the star wars reference) just been to see rogue one !
I have been blaming the weight gain as a reason for not going out, without realising that the weight issues was a product of the real issues. The loss of such a influential woman in my life. Often during times of conflict or maybe a situation where i thought my temper would win the situation but ultimately ruin my life such as potential criminal records etc i always turned to my Nan. Now that she isnt here anymore i just have a constant thought trail of ifs, buts and maybes.
I have swore to myself that i will seek some sort of help in the new year and attempt to address the issues that have taken over my life, the constant sweatiness, panic attacks, weird little mannerisms - if thats the right word, that have all come about at the thought of social interaction needs to stop. Its not making me happy and its not making those around me happy when they know one mispoken word can cause me to simply lash out and potentially hurt someone. Thats not the type of person i am and not the type of person i want to be.
I guess i just look for someone to blame for watching a loved one go through so much pain and suffering, not realising that im hurting myself for not letting go and moving on.
After all im 6ft+ 20st eldest grandchild capable of handling himself with no fear of anything. Except its not true, i fear losing another loved one. Living my life in the past and future but not living in the present day with those who are here.
The only bit of advice i can give to anyone feeling the same way is to talk. Speak to someone you trust, someone who will listen to you and not look at you as some sort of 'headcase or freak', someone who will help you through the dark times and show you that life goes on - but only when your ready to do so. I know thats what i will be doing soon enough, keeping it all caged up is not going to solve anything.