Apologies in advance for a long thread - and also there are potential triggers here. Also apologies to the people that replied / messaged after my last post to which I didn't respond - this was out of embarrassment & shame rather than being rude and snotty.
Having seen the meltdown on various platforms after last night, and some fairly flippant remarks, I wanted to share something that hopefully will give some balance to the usual degree of BS reactions from some areas of our support.
So I posted a while ago on the effect our results can have on MH. I appreciate that I have a myriad of issues (depression, anxiety etc) and that I shouldn't be reliant on these things to keep me going. As a background, I attend games with my dad (home and most away). To cut a long story short, he was all up for going to the US preseason tour, as probably one last time that we would be able to do this type of thing together; however having effectively sacrificed any holiday with my SO for the next 3 years as a result of committing to this, he then did an about turn leaving me in a financial lurch as well as effectively stating that he wouldn't want to spend that amount of time with me. Now for someone with zero self esteem or confidence as it is, whilst I can handle being unliked by the general populous, hearing it from your own father was crushing and pushed me into the deepest depression I have been in for years. As a result, I tried to take my own life on Friday 28th April, but being useless at living, turns out I was useless at ending it as well.
As I was then pushed to 1 side by our MH services, I was discharged and left to my own devices. I chose to attend the Wolves game for one last time before I had every intention of another attempt, However, as we all know we won 6-0, and the thought dawned on me that I might forever regret not being around to see the end of the best season I have (or maybe will) ever, so I made a choice to try & survive until the United game, How I survived until then is a mystery, but we all know what happened that night, and thus I made a conscious decision to try & struggle on to the Everton game. In spite of the result, the only memories of being anything other than miserable that I can focus on, are times watching the Albion this season in particular.
Having seen some of the usual kneejerk reactions on here and on socials, I wanted to offer my perspective in that this team has saved my life, for which I will forever be grateful. We all have our disappointments after last night, but it doesnt matter if you went to the Goldstone, Withdean, have been a supporter for 20 days or 20 years, left on 75 mins or stay until the end, anyone who chooses to spend their time and / or money supporting us in any way possible is as valid a fan as the next.
I don't know if anyone from the club ever peruses these pages, and part of me wanted them to know how grateful I am to them because I am fairly sure that they will have no idea that on a sunny Saturday afternoon they literally saved someone's life by doing what they do. Whatever happens in the next 5 games, just don't be a dick.
Having seen the meltdown on various platforms after last night, and some fairly flippant remarks, I wanted to share something that hopefully will give some balance to the usual degree of BS reactions from some areas of our support.
So I posted a while ago on the effect our results can have on MH. I appreciate that I have a myriad of issues (depression, anxiety etc) and that I shouldn't be reliant on these things to keep me going. As a background, I attend games with my dad (home and most away). To cut a long story short, he was all up for going to the US preseason tour, as probably one last time that we would be able to do this type of thing together; however having effectively sacrificed any holiday with my SO for the next 3 years as a result of committing to this, he then did an about turn leaving me in a financial lurch as well as effectively stating that he wouldn't want to spend that amount of time with me. Now for someone with zero self esteem or confidence as it is, whilst I can handle being unliked by the general populous, hearing it from your own father was crushing and pushed me into the deepest depression I have been in for years. As a result, I tried to take my own life on Friday 28th April, but being useless at living, turns out I was useless at ending it as well.
As I was then pushed to 1 side by our MH services, I was discharged and left to my own devices. I chose to attend the Wolves game for one last time before I had every intention of another attempt, However, as we all know we won 6-0, and the thought dawned on me that I might forever regret not being around to see the end of the best season I have (or maybe will) ever, so I made a choice to try & survive until the United game, How I survived until then is a mystery, but we all know what happened that night, and thus I made a conscious decision to try & struggle on to the Everton game. In spite of the result, the only memories of being anything other than miserable that I can focus on, are times watching the Albion this season in particular.
Having seen some of the usual kneejerk reactions on here and on socials, I wanted to offer my perspective in that this team has saved my life, for which I will forever be grateful. We all have our disappointments after last night, but it doesnt matter if you went to the Goldstone, Withdean, have been a supporter for 20 days or 20 years, left on 75 mins or stay until the end, anyone who chooses to spend their time and / or money supporting us in any way possible is as valid a fan as the next.
I don't know if anyone from the club ever peruses these pages, and part of me wanted them to know how grateful I am to them because I am fairly sure that they will have no idea that on a sunny Saturday afternoon they literally saved someone's life by doing what they do. Whatever happens in the next 5 games, just don't be a dick.