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Sadkitty
Student
- May 16, 2020
- 100
I never thought I'd be here. I never thought my life would be what it is. I know so many of us can say this.
I've had some losses. Not like a lot of people. I've had some trauma. Not like a lot of people. But I know this isn't a competition.
I've struggled with depression my whole life. But the thought of suicide wasn't something I entertained until 3 years ago. Ironically, my life was better then when I made my first attempt. With each attempt, I become more fearful. And I'm trying to figure this out because I need to move on. So to speak.
I've lost all of my money, 7 months til it's absolutely gone. But that's a long story. I've lost my friends. I've lost my looks, what little I had. I've lost my job. I've lost my sense of adventure. I've lost my sense of self. I've lost what I feel I had to give. I've lost my purpose. I've lost my joy.
Without purpose and joy, what is life? I have made lists of the things that will absolutely happen in the future. The death of my mom, maybe my sister. The death of my cats. Aging and all of the physical pain and loneliness it brings. These things will happen without a doubt. I tried to make a list of good things that will happen. I could find none.
In my nearly 2 decades in the health care profession, the advice I got the most was "don't get old". I always thought people said that because they were in pain. But recently I realized it's more than that. It's about control. Losing it. Losing control of your health and youth. Losing control of your body and having it fight against you. Losing control of your money and the little day to day activities you can't do for yourself. Losing control of your life. Watching all you loved die and disappear. Slowly watching it all fade to nothingness. Waiting to die. I saw so much pain in their eyes when they would say this to me. And now I think I understand why.
I suppose it's possible I could find a doctor, get on meds again, maybe go back to work. Even though that's where I was a year ago. But all I can hope for is to function again. My money troubles would prevent me from doing anything I used to enjoy, if I even enjoy it anymore.
It seems so pointless to work so hard to get back where I was, barely living, only to stay alive to see so much more loss. I'm so fragile and would be so easily devastated. Destroyed. It would all fall apart so easily again.
Losing the part of me that was able to help and heal. To lose who I was and can never be. These losses are just too much. I have nothing more to offer but being a burden and that is never how I'd want to live. I've always taken care of myself. I don't like asking for help. No one can give me back what I had anyway.
I hope I can overcome this last roadblock in my mind. Something I need to come to terms with yet. But I hope it's soon. Life is quickly catching up with full force. This place has been a welcome distraction and source of support. I know not many, if any, will read this. Maybe I just needed it for me.
I've had some losses. Not like a lot of people. I've had some trauma. Not like a lot of people. But I know this isn't a competition.
I've struggled with depression my whole life. But the thought of suicide wasn't something I entertained until 3 years ago. Ironically, my life was better then when I made my first attempt. With each attempt, I become more fearful. And I'm trying to figure this out because I need to move on. So to speak.
I've lost all of my money, 7 months til it's absolutely gone. But that's a long story. I've lost my friends. I've lost my looks, what little I had. I've lost my job. I've lost my sense of adventure. I've lost my sense of self. I've lost what I feel I had to give. I've lost my purpose. I've lost my joy.
Without purpose and joy, what is life? I have made lists of the things that will absolutely happen in the future. The death of my mom, maybe my sister. The death of my cats. Aging and all of the physical pain and loneliness it brings. These things will happen without a doubt. I tried to make a list of good things that will happen. I could find none.
In my nearly 2 decades in the health care profession, the advice I got the most was "don't get old". I always thought people said that because they were in pain. But recently I realized it's more than that. It's about control. Losing it. Losing control of your health and youth. Losing control of your body and having it fight against you. Losing control of your money and the little day to day activities you can't do for yourself. Losing control of your life. Watching all you loved die and disappear. Slowly watching it all fade to nothingness. Waiting to die. I saw so much pain in their eyes when they would say this to me. And now I think I understand why.
I suppose it's possible I could find a doctor, get on meds again, maybe go back to work. Even though that's where I was a year ago. But all I can hope for is to function again. My money troubles would prevent me from doing anything I used to enjoy, if I even enjoy it anymore.
It seems so pointless to work so hard to get back where I was, barely living, only to stay alive to see so much more loss. I'm so fragile and would be so easily devastated. Destroyed. It would all fall apart so easily again.
Losing the part of me that was able to help and heal. To lose who I was and can never be. These losses are just too much. I have nothing more to offer but being a burden and that is never how I'd want to live. I've always taken care of myself. I don't like asking for help. No one can give me back what I had anyway.
I hope I can overcome this last roadblock in my mind. Something I need to come to terms with yet. But I hope it's soon. Life is quickly catching up with full force. This place has been a welcome distraction and source of support. I know not many, if any, will read this. Maybe I just needed it for me.
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