Trying to cope

So the pressure on Dawn just grew and grew.

“I was on anti-depressants from the doctor, and I was getting some care support at this time. I would meet once a week with a local care support worker in a cafe. But it didn’t really help me. I would just sit and cry. I think it made me worse as I’m the sort of person who’d rather just get on with things than wallow in the pain of it all.

“ So I just kept going, telling myself that I could cope. But in the end, it was if my body was insisting that I had to stop. It just stopped working. I couldn’t eat or go to the loo for about three weeks and I was quite suicidal.”

It was then that Gerry realised that matters were getting quite serious and that Dawn needed professional help. So he took her to the local hospital.

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