Hi my name is Daryll, im new to this forum, I was amazed to find something like this online of people who can potentially give me advice on getting better.
Many years ago I was a tough strong hearted person, I never let much effect me, id gone through a lot of operations whilst I was young on my ears, mainly removing keloid scaring and tumors on both side of my ears.
Then I met my ex partner in September 2008, we used to work together, it was all a whirlwind romance for once I dropped my guard and actually did everything and anything for that person. We got together in the November 2008 after seeing each other a lot getting to know each other, by January 2009 she moved in with me and my parents as she didn't have a very good relationship with her mother, this is where things started to turn bad.
She changed from once being a real loving sweet person, to a horrible volatile person, I just prayed each day that things would get better. Then in April 2009 we found out she was pregnant...
By June 2009 we didnt last much longer, she broke up with me whilst I was on first aid training course saying she was no longer in love with me. I attended the first scan with her after we agreed we would give things another try. It was all tense and horrible my mind is blocking out the worst of it, but I remember we was driving home from the hospital and on the motor way she threw the £180 ring I brought her for valentines day at me and started shouting at me saying she regrets me being the father she hated me and didnt want me around her, then started shouting more because i burst in to tears for the first time in about 8 years (the only time before that was when i broke my leg) and nearly lost control of the car, what did she want me to do there was no hard shoulder to pull over on.
Then the day came when her, her brother and his fiancee came to mine to pick up her stuff, I tried to talk with her but she just walked past me like I was nothing, I had never felt as much pain as i did then, I automatically hit the bottle whilst she was getting her stuff, just to be confronted by her brother giving it the big I am trying to cause a fight. Then I felt rage I kept telling myself i was going to kill him, luckily my friend was passing by and saw their cars at mine and came in the house and defused the situation. they got the rest of my ex partners stuff and left. As the car left my road. I again broke in to tears, half because I was a free man and she couldn't hurt me anymore and the other was out of shock that she left me without even looking at me.
I went off of the rails, was drinking everyday and almost lost my job. Its only when I lost it and went on a rampage punching every brick wall, fence in sight that I was made to realise I needed help. My best friend took me to the doctors cause I felt so ashamed of how low I had become, i was put on to 2 lots of anti depressants and sleeping tablets to make me sleep and councilling. My friend attended every session with me through the time.
I changed my job to work with my mum so someone in my family was close by to keep me in line, to this day I still hold this job and have no regrets changing my job. Through this time whilst doing councilling I was also pursuing the legal battle for who I then found out through friends was going to be my daughter.
Just as I started to get better in December 2009, my nan was admitted to hospital suffering cancer, she had been fighting it for 8 years. She vowed she was going to fight through to see her first great grand daughter.
I spent 19 days at the hospital by her bedside, it was 04.32am 29th December 2009 that I watched her die, she looked so peaceful, but inside I was filled with hate, I had asked my ex partner for a scan picture which I was willing to pay to show my nan so she could see a picture of her great granddaughter, she even attempted to knit a cardigan for her as she had done with all her grandchildren when they was born. To this day I still hold that cardigan. For days I was praying she would come back and if need be someone take my life for hers. Then on the 3rd of January 2010 my daughter was born, I was told two weeks later as she had almost died at birth. after two more weeks of liaising with my ex partner I finally got to meet her. Her name was Alice she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
Then my ex turned on me, she wouldn't give me parental access and responsibility and registered my daughter as father unknown and then refused to take a DNA test. After losing my nan who was also my best friend and now having my daughter taken away from me i went off of the rails again, since February 2010 I have experienced the feelings I never wanted to feel again. To this day I still am on anti depressants and sleeping tablets. It has affected every part of my life, I was once a slender muscular lad, even though I stopped eating and drinking i put on weight faster than u could shout juranimo! to this day im still struggling to get through each day in life, even though legal proceedings have now stopped after the amount of debt i was left with.
To this day i still wish the angels had taken me to heal people that are struggling.
Sorry for the essay, i just need someone to understand.
Regards
Daryll