depressedpolyaddict
Chemical lab worker
- Jan 26, 2020
- 38
I mean, I know that my "drug" addiction (addicted to not being sober, don't care what drug) is very stigmatized and could cause me issues. But I am not really sharing that info at all.
I was very kindly welcomed into a group of people last year and very quickly became friends. Soon people slowly started to completely ignore me. In the end, I was left with two people (will call them Stef and Meli) that I was exchanging messages with, at all.
I went out with Stef and two different people on the 27th december last year and after that, all chat activity and contact stopped. Wellbutrin made me realize something. I always initiated the contact. And I stopped doing that now.
I almost died two months ago from ventricular fibrillation/arrhythmia/cardiac arrest caused by an adrenergic storm (probably caused by Wellbutrin) and it feels weird to know that those people still wouldn't know if I just died that night. Stef had her birthday on the 22nd of february. She always really enjoyed my company, but didn't bother (or didn't want) to invite me to her party.
Meli hit me up today and profusely apologized for forgetting about me. I will just straight up ask her, what I did wrong or if it is just the group that changed so much. Stef apparently went on Tinder. Maybe she got a boyfriend and doesn't need/want/like me anymore... or maybe she just changed and I became boring/uninteresting/difficult for her.
Anyways, the loneliness and knowing that I am so easily forgettable/disposable, really tears my sanity appart. My attempts at being social always failed in the end and it's getting too frustrating to keep on trying. Piece by piece my mind is ripped appart and it hurts so much. I have no clue whom I should send a final goodbye message when I CTB.
I'm sorry if it is incoherent at some points. I am just really slammed on opioids right now.
I was very kindly welcomed into a group of people last year and very quickly became friends. Soon people slowly started to completely ignore me. In the end, I was left with two people (will call them Stef and Meli) that I was exchanging messages with, at all.
I went out with Stef and two different people on the 27th december last year and after that, all chat activity and contact stopped. Wellbutrin made me realize something. I always initiated the contact. And I stopped doing that now.
I almost died two months ago from ventricular fibrillation/arrhythmia/cardiac arrest caused by an adrenergic storm (probably caused by Wellbutrin) and it feels weird to know that those people still wouldn't know if I just died that night. Stef had her birthday on the 22nd of february. She always really enjoyed my company, but didn't bother (or didn't want) to invite me to her party.
Meli hit me up today and profusely apologized for forgetting about me. I will just straight up ask her, what I did wrong or if it is just the group that changed so much. Stef apparently went on Tinder. Maybe she got a boyfriend and doesn't need/want/like me anymore... or maybe she just changed and I became boring/uninteresting/difficult for her.
Anyways, the loneliness and knowing that I am so easily forgettable/disposable, really tears my sanity appart. My attempts at being social always failed in the end and it's getting too frustrating to keep on trying. Piece by piece my mind is ripped appart and it hurts so much. I have no clue whom I should send a final goodbye message when I CTB.
I'm sorry if it is incoherent at some points. I am just really slammed on opioids right now.