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todestrieb
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- Dec 2, 2021
- 48
I feel like I drove my husband to CTB. I mean, I know I did. I was the catalyst. It was going to happen I'm sure, but it happened that moment because of me. Nothing in my life has gone right since and I feel like this is my punishment. I've lost the last little bit of my family I had. I've gotten myself into massive debt trying to hold on to my child, but he manipulated me and I didn't even see it coming. I've eaten nothing but ramen and bologna for days because of it. lol I'm tired. My mind and body is exhausted. I've confided in my doctor and he's confident I'll get better but do I even want to? The medicine doesn't help. The memories come crashing. I spend half of my work day curled up in the corner crying waiting for the anxiety pill to kick in. I spend the evenings alone in a house that was once full of life. The only thing getting me through the night right now is harming myself. The intrusive thoughts are so painful and raw. I've begun hallucinating again. I don't understand why I can't legally choose to go to sleep and never wake up when I live with this illness that can never be cured. I can mask it with medicine all day long but it will always be there. I will always be *that bipolar person* that people find hilarious for some reason. Imagine being bullied as an adult. I'm such a sad sack, I swear. I will never understand why an incurable mental illness doesn't fall under the umbrella.