I left my husband in february and moved in with my sister. I was going out with someone else but the relationship was quite destructive. I found a flat and moved in, boyfriend in tow. He wasn't there much and I felt very lonely as I hadn't lived by myself before. I didn't even have my dogs as one died and I had to give the other one up to get the flat. I missed living at my sister's with my nephews but felt I had to go it alone.
I was signed off work because I couldn't concentrate and was having difficulty sleeping. The relationship ended in june and it felt like a relief but yet again, I was on my own. I stayed with my sister again for a couple of weeks, saw a new doctor and he was very helpful.
I'm now back at work full time after phasing in my hours. I had money worries because of the time off sick which wasn't much of an issue as I had savings.
People tell me how lucky I am and how well I've done, to have a good job, be young and single, and stay in the flat by myself. I know this is true but I don't feel lucky.