
Fizz
Member
- Dec 3, 2020
- 29
I can see why anyone not in this situation might feel that way. But I had been begging for help for 3 years. I engaged doctors, therapists, psychs, changed jobs, moved cities. I've been on 5 different types of meds, and none of it has worked. At what point is it still selfish for me when I have done everything I possibly can to get better, and yet I'm still deteriorating?
I wanted to die last February, and I was intercepted. I was promised things would get better, that people would help me get stable. But in that year I have seen no one due to covid, my wedding was cancelled, my best friend and bridesmaid ctb, a toxic person I tried to make amends with turned some of my friends against me. Even though people said they would advocate for me and help me, I was left holding the rope. I had to follow up with Crisis Services 3 times a week to put things into motion, simple things like creating a crisis plan with me or getting a copy of my documentation after 9 months didn't materialise. My work has been so negatively affected I'm afraid I will lose my job, and I cry every single day from the pain of it all.
If I had died last February, at least people could remember me for who I was, a happy person with an undercurrent of sadness. But the weight of this year has crushed my spirit and asking for help has led to either stock responses or people avoiding you cause they don't know what to say, or the worst, "Get Help," even when they know the steps I took to help myself. I'm not the me I was before, I am changed and different and I don't like what my mind is falling into but I'm being backed into a corner day by day and the help isn't coming. I don't want to live like this when all my life is going to be crushing emotional pain. They broke their promise that I would be fine and they would sort it for me. Instead left me alone to do it myself when I said in February I was done trying and I wanted to go. I gave them an extra year. I fought so fucking hard for that extra year. Asking for more from me when I have done so much is now what I consider to be selfish. I just want to let go.
I wanted to die last February, and I was intercepted. I was promised things would get better, that people would help me get stable. But in that year I have seen no one due to covid, my wedding was cancelled, my best friend and bridesmaid ctb, a toxic person I tried to make amends with turned some of my friends against me. Even though people said they would advocate for me and help me, I was left holding the rope. I had to follow up with Crisis Services 3 times a week to put things into motion, simple things like creating a crisis plan with me or getting a copy of my documentation after 9 months didn't materialise. My work has been so negatively affected I'm afraid I will lose my job, and I cry every single day from the pain of it all.
If I had died last February, at least people could remember me for who I was, a happy person with an undercurrent of sadness. But the weight of this year has crushed my spirit and asking for help has led to either stock responses or people avoiding you cause they don't know what to say, or the worst, "Get Help," even when they know the steps I took to help myself. I'm not the me I was before, I am changed and different and I don't like what my mind is falling into but I'm being backed into a corner day by day and the help isn't coming. I don't want to live like this when all my life is going to be crushing emotional pain. They broke their promise that I would be fine and they would sort it for me. Instead left me alone to do it myself when I said in February I was done trying and I wanted to go. I gave them an extra year. I fought so fucking hard for that extra year. Asking for more from me when I have done so much is now what I consider to be selfish. I just want to let go.