The title are a few lyrics from "All By Myself" but at this current point in time they seem to suit my life quite well. I've always been a "popular person", and never struggled to make friends. As I've said in previous blogs, I never stuck to one person like glue, I would float around different friendship groups.
When I started University as an undergraduate at the University of Birmingham (about an hours train ride from home) I moved into halls of residence and instantly had another 11 friends, the other 5 girls I shared my flat with and the 6 boys next door who we all became close to. For 3 years I'd got a great social life, with people always up, no matter what time of day or night, and they were always ready for a laugh. It was a great distraction. A few of them knew about my problems but I never really talked much about myself.
Following Birmingham University I moved to Edinburgh to start a post-graduate course at Edinburgh University. There were another six people on the course I had chosen. This time though I had moved in with a friend who was also moving to Edinburgh. I thought I knew him quite well but it turned out I didn't know him very well at all. The other people on my course were living in halls apart from one or two. The first two weeks started off fine. I got on well with the others from my course. We went out a few times and I had them all round to my flat for drinks. Then my flatmate met them all. That's where it all went wrong. He knew about my psychiatric problems, and after a few drinks too many he told them everything. After that night they didn't want to know me. I became an outcast. That's the first time it's ever happened to me. I was never bullied at school, and although these people were never nasty to my face, I knew they spoke about me behind my back, and I felt very isolated. Edinburgh was over 4 hours on a train home, and the train fare was over £100. I was skint, having used all my savings and loan to pay for the MSc course. I developed an expensive drinking habit, and any money I had went towards that. I often would go without food, or eat a 30p vegetable curry from a tin can. I think that is the most miserable I've been for a prolonged period.
I moved home to my parents house after there were no more taught elements to the degree and wrote my dissertation from there. That was in June 2009 and I have lived in this area ever since.
For a year I worked as a medical secretary whilst I finished my dissertation and so I would see people at work. I would class them as my "friends". We went out a few times a month. They were all older and most were married with kids but we all seemed to get on just fine.
I left that job and became a carer, hoping to train the following year as a social worker. Sadly, during that time I was signed off work sick, that was fourteen months ago, and since then I've been socially isolated for the most part, except for the time I've spent as an inpatient in the local psychiatric hospital. I also moved into my own house in February.
I speak to a couple of people from my time at Birmingham. The rest just seem to have drifted away. Even the two I still talk to have their own lives. It feels like everyone has gone to the next step of their lives and I've been left behind.
I always vowed I'd never make any lasting friendships with someone from a psychiatric ward. My problems were enough without having friends who also have problems. However, when you're living in such close company with other people it becomes difficult to avoid becoming friends. I've spent a total of six months living on the same ward as one girl in the last year and I think she might be my first "best friend". There was another girl who I was also friends with but due to her manipulative behavior I finally dropped her a few weeks ago.
Sadly though I feel the time has come to also say goodbye to this friend too. She spends most of her time either depressed, or in hospital. Although it's great when we can spend time together, one of us is usually down and I just think the friendship we can have is very limited. I also think when I'm down I bring her down too. She's often arranging to meet with me but then she stands me up. Her reasons are always valid, but it's a source of stress I could do without,
So there goes my last friend. Come the New Year it will be just me. I feel sad about that. But least if it's just me there's no one else to hurt me or let me down.