
Life.Journey.Unknown
I'm not strong enough for life.
- Feb 24, 2020
- 65
I've just woke up. I never know how I'm going to feel. Some moments I feel ok. Other moments I'm sad and distraught.
I'm just a mess today.
Knowing I have to drag myself through another day. I'm so tearful. I hate this.
I have a cold wave of dread and depression come over me. My stomach has a horrible feeling of anxiety, worry. Sometimes I try to make myself sick because the contractions of my stomach seem to make the physical feeling of anxiety go away.
I feel so empty. No motivation or enthusiasm. I just want to hide away. Somedays I need to go out to work. I hate those days.
I'm in such a mess writing this. All tears.
I had an amazing friend who I loved and she made me so happy. But she had her own recovery journey that she needed to make her better. She needed to go her own way for her own mental health. And I respect that fully. I will always love her and wish her the best.
We aren't in contact anymore and I'm so alone and empty. More so than I've ever felt in my life.
For years I've been suicidal. Always struggling with life. The only reason I'm still here is for my mum who would be distraught if anything happened to me.
I can't make her feel heartbreak and loss like I'm going through now.
So I drag myself through each day.
No-one sees me how I am now - the crying, the deep sadness and hopelessness.
I know that everything will all get too much for me and I will have to be selfish and just "shut my life down". Because I can't keep waking up like this, dragging myself through more days and heartbreak. Only to wake up the next morning and go through it all again.
I'm just a mess today.
Knowing I have to drag myself through another day. I'm so tearful. I hate this.
I have a cold wave of dread and depression come over me. My stomach has a horrible feeling of anxiety, worry. Sometimes I try to make myself sick because the contractions of my stomach seem to make the physical feeling of anxiety go away.
I feel so empty. No motivation or enthusiasm. I just want to hide away. Somedays I need to go out to work. I hate those days.
I'm in such a mess writing this. All tears.
I had an amazing friend who I loved and she made me so happy. But she had her own recovery journey that she needed to make her better. She needed to go her own way for her own mental health. And I respect that fully. I will always love her and wish her the best.
We aren't in contact anymore and I'm so alone and empty. More so than I've ever felt in my life.
For years I've been suicidal. Always struggling with life. The only reason I'm still here is for my mum who would be distraught if anything happened to me.
I can't make her feel heartbreak and loss like I'm going through now.
So I drag myself through each day.
No-one sees me how I am now - the crying, the deep sadness and hopelessness.
I know that everything will all get too much for me and I will have to be selfish and just "shut my life down". Because I can't keep waking up like this, dragging myself through more days and heartbreak. Only to wake up the next morning and go through it all again.