BlueWidow
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- Oct 6, 2019
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I'm tired of people telling me I need to "overcome" obstacles in my life and "persevere". People who overcome obstacles and push through difficult times are held up in our society as noble and inspiring.
But what if you feel like you've been doing that your whole life and it just never ends? My entire life I feel like I've just been overcoming one obstacle after another and every time I think I can finally stop and rest. . . . here comes something else for me to overcome. It's never ending! And as I get older and sicker it gets harder and harder to overcome things. Things that used to be small now seem very big and difficult to overcome. At this point, I can't even do every day activities like paying bills. I used to be on top of everything. I was extremely organized and I never missed a deadline. Now I have to have most of my bills on auto pay because if I don't, I might forget to pay one of them. People are constantly yelling at me because I didn't return their call or answer their text or whatever. I will think that I actually did answer them, only to find out that I didn't answer them at all, I just thought I did.
Nobody has any understanding of how difficult it is just to get out of bed every day.
Every morning I get out of bed, I get dressed, I get my bed ready so that if I need to lie down right away I can, and (if I'm lucky) I still have the energy to go get myself a cup of coffee before I have to sit down because I'm already so dizzy and exhausted that I can't hardly hold my head up. I spend my days in my bedroom sitting in an office chair which I moved into the bedroom so I'd have a chair to sit in to watch TV. I'm either sitting in the office chair or else I'm lying in my bed on pillows that I have propped up so that I can watch TV. That's all I do. I don't even really go into the other parts of my house, except to the kitchen to get something to eat. I've never sat in my living room EVER. . . And I've lived in this house now for over a year. I have a PC in there and I go in there when I need to use it, but I have a Kindle and my phone and I usually use those when I'm doing things on the computer, unless I need to print something out. My bathroom is inside my bedroom. What I mean is, it's a master bed and bath room so I don't have to leave my bedroom to go to the bathroom. I hope that makes sense to people. Then I have my closet which is also inside the bedroom. It's a nice little contained space for me and I feel safe in here. I have everything I need right around me. All my stuff (including my SN and other ctb supplies) is all in the closet where I can get to it easily. And it's just a few steps from my bed to the bathroom if I need to go in there. I usually stay in here with the door closed most of the time because I don't feel safe even when my bedroom door is open. I have food stored all over my house because I hoard it. It's a behavior that's left over from when I had a severe eating disorder about 10 years ago. There's no one in the house but me, but I still have the need to hide food all over the place. I don't feel "safe" unless I have little packets of crackers, little candies and mints, and things of that sort nearby. I have a little cabinet in my bedroom that I keep that type of stuff in.
Anyway, what started this whole thing was that I've been going back-and-forth about whether or not to leave a note. Sometimes I think I'd like to leave a note and explain things to the few people that are going to be left to care about my death, but sometimes I feel like I don't owe them any explanation and, if they had been paying attention, they would've already known what was wrong. During the darkest time of my life last year, absolutely no one came to help me. That's why I don't feel like I owe them any explanation now, nor do I feel like I have any requirement to accept any advice they would give me now. When I was begging people for help, absolutely no one came. Therefore, the same people don't have any right to tell me how to conduct my life now, or whether or not I have a right to end it. I feel like I've done everything I can to try to help myself and nothing has worked. I've been on every antidepressant pill imaginable and I've been to countless different types of therapy over the years. The only thing I haven't done is ECT. I've thought about it before, but after reading about it and hearing comments from other people on here who have had it, it just scares me.
I don't like needing people for anything, and as long as I'm alive I'm going to need people. As I get older and sicker, I can't do all the things I used to do and I'm going to need people even more. And people, in my experience, are not reliable. And they certainly won't help you unless there's something in it for them. Every tiny obstacle seems like a huge mountain to me.
It's so stupid because even something as simple as changing a lightbulb is difficult in the house that I live in because it has cathedral ceilings. I didn't know it had cathedral ceilings before I bought it. My sister-in-law, who is a real estate agent, actually helped me buy this house because I had never bought a house on my own before. She chose this house and helped me purchase it before I even got here. I moved here from the other side of the country after my husband passed away. So something as simple as changing a lightbulb is difficult because the lightbulbs are way up high and they're going to be impossible to change when they go out. That's another reason I don't stay in my kitchen very often, particularly at night. I don't wanna run the lights very much because I know that someday they're going to burn out and I'm not gonna be able to replace them. It's already happened in my garage. The light burned out nearly 7 months ago and it's still out because I can't get up there to change the lightbulb and I have no one to come around and help me. It's little things like this that are just never ending and I'm sick of dealing with. It seems like that's all life is-just an endless series of obstacles & little problems that you have to deal with. And then of course there are the big problems which are even harder to deal with. The whole thing just makes me overwhelmed, dizzy, and exhausted. I just don't wanna deal with anything anymore. I just want everyone to leave me alone. All I want is some peace. That's why I've decided to ctb.
I've come to realize that there's no peace in this life, no rest. It's just one damn thing after another and it's endless from the minute you're born to the minute you die. Dying is the only thing that stops it. I'm ready for it to stop. I'm ready to not feel like shit anymore. I'm ready to stop crying every day and being stuck in this room alone. I miss my husband. I've almost forgotten what it felt like to have his arms around me. I hear his voice when I sleep, sometimes it's like he's right next to me talking to me. It's so clear and right next to me, but yet so far away. I feel like somebody stuck a knife in my heart and my stomach and they're just slowly twisting it, twisting it, twisting it! I just want the pain to stop. I just want to rest and be at peace.
Thanks for listening.
But what if you feel like you've been doing that your whole life and it just never ends? My entire life I feel like I've just been overcoming one obstacle after another and every time I think I can finally stop and rest. . . . here comes something else for me to overcome. It's never ending! And as I get older and sicker it gets harder and harder to overcome things. Things that used to be small now seem very big and difficult to overcome. At this point, I can't even do every day activities like paying bills. I used to be on top of everything. I was extremely organized and I never missed a deadline. Now I have to have most of my bills on auto pay because if I don't, I might forget to pay one of them. People are constantly yelling at me because I didn't return their call or answer their text or whatever. I will think that I actually did answer them, only to find out that I didn't answer them at all, I just thought I did.
Nobody has any understanding of how difficult it is just to get out of bed every day.
Every morning I get out of bed, I get dressed, I get my bed ready so that if I need to lie down right away I can, and (if I'm lucky) I still have the energy to go get myself a cup of coffee before I have to sit down because I'm already so dizzy and exhausted that I can't hardly hold my head up. I spend my days in my bedroom sitting in an office chair which I moved into the bedroom so I'd have a chair to sit in to watch TV. I'm either sitting in the office chair or else I'm lying in my bed on pillows that I have propped up so that I can watch TV. That's all I do. I don't even really go into the other parts of my house, except to the kitchen to get something to eat. I've never sat in my living room EVER. . . And I've lived in this house now for over a year. I have a PC in there and I go in there when I need to use it, but I have a Kindle and my phone and I usually use those when I'm doing things on the computer, unless I need to print something out. My bathroom is inside my bedroom. What I mean is, it's a master bed and bath room so I don't have to leave my bedroom to go to the bathroom. I hope that makes sense to people. Then I have my closet which is also inside the bedroom. It's a nice little contained space for me and I feel safe in here. I have everything I need right around me. All my stuff (including my SN and other ctb supplies) is all in the closet where I can get to it easily. And it's just a few steps from my bed to the bathroom if I need to go in there. I usually stay in here with the door closed most of the time because I don't feel safe even when my bedroom door is open. I have food stored all over my house because I hoard it. It's a behavior that's left over from when I had a severe eating disorder about 10 years ago. There's no one in the house but me, but I still have the need to hide food all over the place. I don't feel "safe" unless I have little packets of crackers, little candies and mints, and things of that sort nearby. I have a little cabinet in my bedroom that I keep that type of stuff in.
Anyway, what started this whole thing was that I've been going back-and-forth about whether or not to leave a note. Sometimes I think I'd like to leave a note and explain things to the few people that are going to be left to care about my death, but sometimes I feel like I don't owe them any explanation and, if they had been paying attention, they would've already known what was wrong. During the darkest time of my life last year, absolutely no one came to help me. That's why I don't feel like I owe them any explanation now, nor do I feel like I have any requirement to accept any advice they would give me now. When I was begging people for help, absolutely no one came. Therefore, the same people don't have any right to tell me how to conduct my life now, or whether or not I have a right to end it. I feel like I've done everything I can to try to help myself and nothing has worked. I've been on every antidepressant pill imaginable and I've been to countless different types of therapy over the years. The only thing I haven't done is ECT. I've thought about it before, but after reading about it and hearing comments from other people on here who have had it, it just scares me.
I don't like needing people for anything, and as long as I'm alive I'm going to need people. As I get older and sicker, I can't do all the things I used to do and I'm going to need people even more. And people, in my experience, are not reliable. And they certainly won't help you unless there's something in it for them. Every tiny obstacle seems like a huge mountain to me.
It's so stupid because even something as simple as changing a lightbulb is difficult in the house that I live in because it has cathedral ceilings. I didn't know it had cathedral ceilings before I bought it. My sister-in-law, who is a real estate agent, actually helped me buy this house because I had never bought a house on my own before. She chose this house and helped me purchase it before I even got here. I moved here from the other side of the country after my husband passed away. So something as simple as changing a lightbulb is difficult because the lightbulbs are way up high and they're going to be impossible to change when they go out. That's another reason I don't stay in my kitchen very often, particularly at night. I don't wanna run the lights very much because I know that someday they're going to burn out and I'm not gonna be able to replace them. It's already happened in my garage. The light burned out nearly 7 months ago and it's still out because I can't get up there to change the lightbulb and I have no one to come around and help me. It's little things like this that are just never ending and I'm sick of dealing with. It seems like that's all life is-just an endless series of obstacles & little problems that you have to deal with. And then of course there are the big problems which are even harder to deal with. The whole thing just makes me overwhelmed, dizzy, and exhausted. I just don't wanna deal with anything anymore. I just want everyone to leave me alone. All I want is some peace. That's why I've decided to ctb.
I've come to realize that there's no peace in this life, no rest. It's just one damn thing after another and it's endless from the minute you're born to the minute you die. Dying is the only thing that stops it. I'm ready for it to stop. I'm ready to not feel like shit anymore. I'm ready to stop crying every day and being stuck in this room alone. I miss my husband. I've almost forgotten what it felt like to have his arms around me. I hear his voice when I sleep, sometimes it's like he's right next to me talking to me. It's so clear and right next to me, but yet so far away. I feel like somebody stuck a knife in my heart and my stomach and they're just slowly twisting it, twisting it, twisting it! I just want the pain to stop. I just want to rest and be at peace.
Thanks for listening.