Mark Henderson (Host) · 16:45
So yeah, um, and, and then, um, the people— I, again, that feeling that I had at the company before where the— I thought that the, the murder on the dance floor, um, as I was going into the, the office I could feel nerves or anxiety starting to build, and again, I didn't really pay too much attention to it. Another alarm bell. And it just basically built up over time. And then one day, I just went on one of the websites that you can go on to answer questions, and yep, sure enough, I had depression, anxiety, and the first thing was that I didn't treat it with respect. I thought, like, you know, quite often in the media you hear about Celebrity X or Celebrity Y, you know, they've got anxiety, they've got depression, and it's sort of like, you know, almost being treated as being a trendy disease, you know, that, you know, you're not someone unless you've got it. Wow.
Mark Henderson (Host) · 18:25
Yeah, and I'll go into that a bit more, Mark, about that, um, just a little bit when, when, um, when, uh, because I'll— yeah, that's— there's a lot more ingredients to come. Okay. Um, so yeah, I, I just sort of, again, I didn't act on it straight away. I just knew. And I, I've got to hand it to the, the people I worked for because I'd go to their office, like it was natural for us that, and it was encouraged that when you first get in, you walk around to everyone and say hello, you know, welcome, good morning, you know, blah blah blah. And, you know, I would actually include a bit like the weather report on how I was feeling that day. So this continued on for some time. I don't know why they just didn't sort of like, you know, do something, tell me to pull my head in or, you know, go get some help or whatever. But, you know, that's what I did. Um, and, uh, anyway, it came to a head, um, a couple of times. And again, 3 out of 3 with workplace bullying. This one was a corker. And this is something that I, I haven't said publicly before. I have said it privately to, to some people, but I was called into the manager's office one day, and, um, it turned out— sorry, Lily needs to be want some attention again. Um, anyway, hello. Um, she goes, I don't want you helping that person. Um, we're looking at giving her a warning letter. Um, and by you helping her means then that the work that she's doing, um, is compromised. And I thought that, that was just downright weird. That I could— not to mention totally unprofessional, but I just thought, right, anyway. And I went back and just kept to myself and didn't say anything at the time. And, um, then, you know, about a week and a half later, the, um, the— we did the performance reviews, and it was actually me that got the warning letter and not her. And at that point the world opened up and swallowed me whole. And it was the beginning of the end, so to speak, for me at that company. But also a few other things that happened in between was my relationship with my wife. It wasn't strained, but when I wanted to give her a cuddle, she'd pull away. Or, you know, if I wanted to go have a kiss, she'd pull away. And at the time I thought there was something against me, but it was the fact that she was around two toddlers who all they did was wanting to crave their mum. And she was just desperate for her own space. But at the time, and with the way that I was feeling, I thought, hold on, this is also something for me. So it was just a, a whole combination of everything coming together that was just too much. And, um, anyway, this particular day that something happened, and, um, I was walking— I think I was meeting my family on the the western side of town. And as I was walking across, I could feel this really deep sea fog that was coming in, and it started at my feet and gradually made its way up my body to the point that it was a suffocating cocoon. And, um, I got to— we came home, I went straight to bed, and a few times I got up and all I wanted to do was self-harm. And, um, again, the human body being what it is, something intervened. And this time it was a photo— or not a— I'd taken mentally, um, in that last week of my son. And he, at the age of 2, 3, something like that, he pulled me into a headlock and said, Dad, I love you. And I took a mental snap of that that I still have today. And it was sort of that thing that sort of kept intervening. But the other thing that happened during this time was it was like my body— I was having an out-of-body experience in the sense that my spirit was out of my body looking down at me. And it was just— if you saw me in the face, I'm sure I probably would have had zombie-like eyes. And not really being myself or being present because I was this— it's sort of like the way I could describe it is those in the movies when someone passes and you see the spirit lift out of them. It was sort of like that. And the spirit was looking down at me saying— not saying anything, just watching. And the entire time in between all that, I had this photo going on. So there was quite a bit, quite a bit going there. Anyway, I saw the GP at my local practice. He gave me some drugs that was supposed to help me, and he put me in touch with the psychiatrist. So I'm going to call him Psychiatrist Number 1. And not having any other experience of seeing a psychiatrist was in the movies again. And you lie on the daybed and you tell them your story, and they're supposed to throw stuff back at you and, you know, that's supposed to be helpful and all the rest of it. Well, psychiatrist number one did two things. One, actually, sorry, correction, he did three things. The first one was he ate that much Mentos during the half-hour session we had. I'm sure— I don't know how he went afterwards. Number two was in between eating Mentos, he yawned. And number 3, you said time's up. And I could have— like, I just blurted whatever to him, and at no time did I get an actual response back from him. At no time did he check up on my meds, you know. And it was to the point that, um, I just didn't see the relevance in going there. And when I mentioned before about not having respect for the disease, or for the illness, I should say. Um, that was it, you know. I, I should have, you know, at that point gone back to my GP and said, hey, you know, psychiatrist number one's not working for me, the drugs you're giving me, or he's giving me, aren't working for me. Um, but I didn't, you know. I just thought, well, society says, I'll go with society.