Thank you so much for all of your replies.
I'm currently on Pregabalin (150mg a day) and diazepam for anxiety attacks.
I just can't seem to win in the mental health system, I've told everyone (medically) until I'm blue in the face that I really benefit from talk therapy.
So then I get some, start to get to the bottom of my problems and then it's like "time is up"... Wait 6 months and THEN back on a 9-12 month waiting list...
Despite my scores being in severe range for anxiety and depression, despite me having to care for my partner.
I have had support from the carer's charity but they're so limited too.
When is anyone going to do something about this massive need for mental health services?
I get the NHS is stretched, I really really do.
But where is the common sense?
Don't you think they could save money in treating the people suffering before they get to the point of no return; addictions and suicide and reckless behaviour?
Surely support now would decrease these problems getting worse?
I don't know I'm just so frustrated.
I'm frustrated that I get given "advice" which for those of us who have suffered know sometimes isn't possible...
Like yoga. If one more medical professional recommends yoga I'm going to blow a fuse.
I do yoga, but it doesn't give me the outlet that I've recognised I need, somebody to talk to.
Sometimes I can't even be bothered to wash my hair; I used to be immaculately groomed, now getting out of bed is a win for me.
Despite not sleeping I'm permanently tired.
I know I can't sleep because I'm constantly on guard, anticipating potential dangers and how I will deal with them.
Then when I try and do happier things I have people like my dad who puts me down, he's been emotionally and physically abusive towards me and my mother.
My mother isn't with him anymore and is happy with a new partner, but you can't go shopping around for a new dad you know?
Just seems like I'm on my own to deal with everything.
I need help because I'm drowning in all the problems and I can feel I'm just starting to shut down.
I'm trying to fight it as hard as I can but each day I wake up and I pretend to be happier and stronger than I am.
If I actually was behaving the way I was feeling I would be lying in bed all day sobbing/drinking/screaming/sleeping.
But I have to put on a brave face and it is so so so tiring.
I'm exhausted xxxx