This is an extremely personal post for me to upload, but I said that this blog is sort of like a diary for me, so here goes.
I had planned to go and see my friend, Rhiannon, for months. Actually, two years I had been trying to go but something always got in the way, so a couple of months ago I booked a weekend off work and my train tickets and just did it. Skip forward to Monday, and I felt like crap. The week hadn't started great, and it just didn't get better and it was Friday. I just pretty much led in bed all day, I felt ill and just not okay. This feeling had been known all too well for me as about five years ago I felt scared of doing specific things, until about six months ago. I hadn't had that feeling.
I couldn't sleep on Friday night, I was up at 3 and then 4 and 5 and then finally half past six when I had to get up to get ready for my train. The car journey was awful, my parents were telling me how much fun I would have and all I could think was "Am I going to faint as soon as I stand up?"
We pull up at the station and I fight back tears, why was I so upset?! I was only going for one night and I was going to see my extremely good friend! My mum told me to go and I got on the platform to be sat crying. I rang my friend Georg and just explained how scared I was, nonetheless, my parents were gone, my bags were packed and I got on the train.
It wasn't a bad journey, until I got off the train to have to run to a bus that was packed and I had to sit with a three old playing an app on a phone extremely loud and was basically led on me. The first couple of hours were fine, and then as I was walking down a street looking at my friend's university, I felt the feeling again.
I messaged my mum, and she said maybe I could come back in the night rather than the next morning. The idea was brilliant, and I looked at train times while my friend sat opposite me unaware. I felt awful and then we went to Wagamamas, which was the most claustrophobic thing ever. I didn't eat all my food and then we went to the cinema. Before the cinema, me and my mum had still been messaging loads and she told me she was going to come and get me. She made the two hour drive journey with my dad and she told me she was leaving. I had to tell my friend I was going to go home.
I was terrified, I waited until the end of the film and I was completely honest with her and said I just wasn't feeling okay. She was completely fine with it, and we found my mum and dad. I slept the whole way home and have been in bed since. It's 2:35pm. I should still be in Oxford, but I'm led here, eating humbugs feeling awful!
I have no idea why I'm sharing this, I just feel like if I write it down, it might clear my head.
I feel defeated, I feel like I'm an awful excuse for a twenty year old. My friends are gallivanting around the world and I can't even stay at my friend's house. I hope I leave this feeling behind soon, I'm going to have a bubble bath now and see if I'll feel better.
I couldn't sleep on Friday night, I was up at 3 and then 4 and 5 and then finally half past six when I had to get up to get ready for my train. The car journey was awful, my parents were telling me how much fun I would have and all I could think was "Am I going to faint as soon as I stand up?"
We pull up at the station and I fight back tears, why was I so upset?! I was only going for one night and I was going to see my extremely good friend! My mum told me to go and I got on the platform to be sat crying. I rang my friend Georg and just explained how scared I was, nonetheless, my parents were gone, my bags were packed and I got on the train.
It wasn't a bad journey, until I got off the train to have to run to a bus that was packed and I had to sit with a three old playing an app on a phone extremely loud and was basically led on me. The first couple of hours were fine, and then as I was walking down a street looking at my friend's university, I felt the feeling again.
I messaged my mum, and she said maybe I could come back in the night rather than the next morning. The idea was brilliant, and I looked at train times while my friend sat opposite me unaware. I felt awful and then we went to Wagamamas, which was the most claustrophobic thing ever. I didn't eat all my food and then we went to the cinema. Before the cinema, me and my mum had still been messaging loads and she told me she was going to come and get me. She made the two hour drive journey with my dad and she told me she was leaving. I had to tell my friend I was going to go home.
I was terrified, I waited until the end of the film and I was completely honest with her and said I just wasn't feeling okay. She was completely fine with it, and we found my mum and dad. I slept the whole way home and have been in bed since. It's 2:35pm. I should still be in Oxford, but I'm led here, eating humbugs feeling awful!
I have no idea why I'm sharing this, I just feel like if I write it down, it might clear my head.
I feel defeated, I feel like I'm an awful excuse for a twenty year old. My friends are gallivanting around the world and I can't even stay at my friend's house. I hope I leave this feeling behind soon, I'm going to have a bubble bath now and see if I'll feel better.