I don't know how to get myself together enough and keep going long enough to get it all set up and get my affairs in order. I've been putting off going down this road in the hopes that something would change, and it has - I've broken down more. My functionality is gone, I'm just pretty much gritting my teeth to survive being alive. And actually, I broke a crown on one of my molars this week from grinding my teeth while I slept, I guess.
I don't know. I've exhausted all possible scenarios of making my situation better and I can't see any way out. When I've reached out for help from people who I know it's all, "Go to therapy." I've been to fucking therapy, I know what therapy has to offer, and my life is intolerable. For multiple reasons, none of which I can change or control.
It's just overwhelming to actually do what I need to do to CTB. I'm using an exit bag and that means going out and buying crap and putting it together, and I've got to get my affairs in order-ish - nothing major, just getting rid of crap that I need to get rid of and not leaving everything a total dumpster fire for someone else to deal with.
I really wish that I would have accepted the situation for what it was sooner and started doing all of this sooner, when I was in better shape.
Being abandoned when you're in crisis can be deadly.
I don't know what it is about having an emotional or life crisis that makes those you thought cared about you run as fast as they can in the opposite direction of you but they do.
You're not asking anyone to be your personal psychiatrist. You're asking for some understanding, space to breathe, stability and a stable place to stay or a stable place to be in and that alone could've help put you on the road to healing and help in getting your life on track.
It's funny, it's ironic.
Those of us who have the type of issues who bring to places like SS and who have the sensitivity and the sense of empathy and perception that bring us to the levels of depression and suicidal feelings are usually the first ones people call when they need someone to listen to them and we're the type of people who are the first to respond when someone is having an emotional crisis and yet are completely abandoned when we need help and support.
I've been coping with the after effects of recuperating from heart failure, caregiver burnout and the clinical depression that goes along with it and now seizures all by myself for the past 10 months.
My living situation is not stable as far as having a security. I've been suicidal for years with the my anxiety, clinical depression and desire to commit suicide having become especially intense over these past 10 months.
I moved to an isolated, rural area years ago to keep my mother company after my father's death and wound up becoming her caregiver when she was able-minded and able-bodied because I allowed her to guilt me into staying with her when she knew this arrangement only benefitted her and made me unhappy.
The years drained my emotional resources and the more she aged and went into decline the more my life and empty emotional resources centered only around her and her needs and my two brothers and sister (my other sister died by suicide in 2019) pretty much abandoned the both of us (that happens to caregivers all the time).
Since my heart failure my brother has taken over caring for my mother in the final stages of her life. With the help of his adult children and hospice care nurse wife. Help, support and assistance I never had for the past 16 years (but that doesn't stop him taking swipes at me and making me feel guilty and ashamed).
So I'm left with my mental health issues, isolation and abandonment, an out-of-date resume and a crappy yet competitive small town job market.
Like you, I've reached out to the only three people in the world who can help me. And what I mean by help is listening once in a while, gaining an understanding of where I'm coming from at least not sabotage my efforts to try and build a life and create a means to support myself.
Finding a way to support yourself when you are dealing with severe anxiety, clinical depression, PTSD, seizures and severe type two diabetes, where you're thirsty all the time and after drinking water you need to the bathroom about ten minutes later, is not easy.
The weeks and months of a silent phone, alone afraid, reaching out every now and again with a sad sense of hope only to be pushed away and shut down.
I'm done worrying about the effect my catching the bus will have on those who don't care. Like you, I wish I had caught the bus months ago.