Well today has got off to a rather bumpy start to say the least. Mr C is in a foul mood and there doesn't seem to be anything I can do to lift his spirits. We were supposed to be spending a couple of hours over at a good friends but my appointment to get the car tyres changed was put back a couple of hours and we had to cancel. This doesn't really sound like much of a big thing but when you are depressed with Hep, out of work and feeling shut off from the rest of the world, little things like meeting up with good friends for a coffee is like a lifeline. Whilst we were out getting the tyres changed Mr C said he didn't even know why was alive, that life was just unbearable at the minute and he'd be happier out of it. This hurts to hear, but I guess it hurts a hell of a lot more to be feeling that way.
Mr C has been out of work for just over a year now. He's been applying for every substance misuse job he can, along with all kinds of other jobs in the care work sector and beyond. He's called for interview, told he seems perfect for the job then either doesn't hear anything from them again or is told a few weeks later on that he's not been successful. Constantly getting your hopes up then been let down again is enough to demoralise even the most positive person, but when it's happening to someone who's already depressed, the consequences can be catastrophic.
The ironic thing is that he doesn't have to work. He is more than eligable to stay at home receiving benefits. But that is the last thing he wants, he wants to be out there, helping people and making a difference - doing what he is good at.
I can't wait for today to be over and it's not even 3pm yet! Hopefully tomorrow will be a better, brighter day for us all.
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