Thread: A story of stress......

I`ve been a bit stressed of late, and a friend of mine told me to write it all down and read through it and it may help me to understand it. I did and here is my story;
Last week my soon to be wife (we get married in July) was diagnosed with MS. This was only the latest in a series of events that have shaken our lives over the past 2 years.
At the tail end of 2008, when the credit crunch hit I found my self out of work, (i was a ceiling fixer) and decided i would use my spare time to do some much needed renovations on the house. Our bedroom ceiling was badly cracked and sagging so being a ceiling fixer I pulled down the old ceiling to discover the reason the ceiling was sagging and cracking was because when our neighbour to the rear (its a back to back house) had a loft conversion, they not only built a stud wall on top of our bedroom ceiling, they threw all the waste and rubble onto my ceiling. The owner of the house lives at the other end of the country, and rents it through an agent. This made contacting him to sort all this out very difficult. At first he was very helpful and more than willing to get the problem delt with as quickly as possible, until he realised it would cost him money. We originally came to an agreement to simply pay half towards the costs as we both had a vested interest in the works. It eventually ended up with solicitors as it turned out this was something of a legal grey area. However we did get him to come back to our original agreement if I were to supervise the works and arrange everything, which was fine.
While this was going on we had moved in with my parents who are not the easiest of people to live with. We couldn`t watch Tv or at least not anything we would like to watch, nor could we sit in the kitchen and chat as our talking would distract them from the Tv, so we would lay in bed and be bored. This was THE lowest point in my life, I was suffering with depression, anxiety and exhibiting some very strange behaviour. I constantly felt scared and paranoid i find it very hard to describe my feelings from this period, My thoughts truly were not my own, i can only describe the feeling i get from the memories of this period as from the point of view of a passenger, sitting seep at the back of my brain watching some one else control my actions. But the one moment of clarity i had was when i asked the woman who looked after and cared for me to be my wife. Her support had been the one constant in my life and i will forever be truly grateful for that.