Things are much better now. I've put a holding deposit on a place in N London, I've been to see the doctor and got back on the pills, and I'm now back at Mum's trying to sort out all my stuff. I have to wait a week or so while I wait for a foreign student to vacate the room I want, but in the meantime I can get organised and start looking for work, training and/or benefits.

I know why I had this last breakdown and it's partly my fault for being so naive. Still, it scared the hell out of me. I thought I was past that stage by now.

Labels: depression, family, personal