lesserbohemian
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- Feb 14, 2020
- 21
Hi. I have struggled with depression for as long as I can remember. I got really good at resisting it. When I was twenty years old, I was diagnosed with epilepsy and now I don't see the point. My seizures are not controlled and given the different treatments tried they possibly never will be. Despite the heavy medication and narrowing my life because of the disease, I still have generalised seizures. Waking up with injuries and blood in my mouth on the floor and realising I could've died and no one would care much; weirdly, it just makes me want to die more. This happens in clusters every month or so. My housemates are personally offended by my epilepsy. My friends are tired of it. My family has either cut me off because they think it's gross, or think it can be solved by some bizarre quick fix and so I should stop wallowing. The NHS is shit, no surprises.
I don't want my illness to mean I can't live because these things aren't due to my illness, they are fixable. But I can't fix them. I also can't live knowing they can't be fixed.
So I'm fucked.
I don't want my illness to mean I can't live because these things aren't due to my illness, they are fixable. But I can't fix them. I also can't live knowing they can't be fixed.
So I'm fucked.