I know it is so wrong to say this but I write to get my feelings off my chest and right now my home feels like my prison.
I’m stuck in a room at the back of the house which feels constantly dark. My only potential place to get out to is the garden which I hate the look of. When we bought this home we felt fine about such a small back garden as neither of us enjoys gardening. Yet the tranquil space I hoped for is now constanty ruined by the public path that runs past the back of our house. I do understand that I’m not the only one who lives here but the noise is constant.
I dream of a house without neighbours, I want to be able to have quiet without banging on walls or dogs barking. I desperately want to move now I think it’s something inside me which has a constant need for change or maybe I just can’t take the noise anymore.
I can link the decrease in my condition to the building work that has gone on for the last few years as well as the new public path. I am sure so many more of us can link an increase in symptoms to our surroundings and while we all understand that it is life, it’s so hard when the only solace you had now feels like your prison cell.
