Wyldfyre4948
Waiting for my bus
- Jul 12, 2023
- 377
I've used FB to vent about life and occasionally will share memes ranging from depressing to funny. There have been a couple posts that I'd gone into some of the dark stuff that is beating me down. Figured I was being smart blocking family from seeing it. For the past few months nobody has batted an eye so I started to consider it kinda safe to vent. Of course I've now had 2 people reach out to me about what I'm dealing with. One person I went to elementary school with and haven't seen in a lifetime. She messaged me in private telling me I should seek help. The other is a nice woman I met a few years back, but we haven't spoken in awhile either. Again I was told I need help and that I know I need it.
Told both of them my situation doesn't really allow me to seek help. Let them know that my therapist dropped me when I was in crisis and that I lack funds and transportation to get a replacement. Not really interested in getting a new therapist or other clown to talk to. I've accepted my demons will only die when I do, and I don't really want to fight anymore.
The only way I'd be interested in continuing is either if my wife came back, or I was on a strong enough medication to dissociate from everything. If I could just stop feeling emotions maybe I could bare to go on. As it is I feel everything so much and bad memories are on repeat.
Therapy doesn't work for me and I think they're full of shit. The medication doesn't work for me either. Tried to have my dr refill my klonopin, but the hospital shrink prescribed it so my dr wouldn't fill it without a visit. No car and I can't afford to Uber so no Dr appointments for me (thankfully I can have groceries delivered). This will get interesting when he wants to see me to okay more of my antidepressants.
I'm very tempted to stop taking my bp meds too. If I have a heart attack or stroke maybe it'll take care of my troubles. What is give to find out I have a terminal disease. There wouldn't be anyone to blame when I die and everyone can just go on ignoring me.
Saturday will be 3 months since I lost my cat who was like my kid. It's also the 13th anniversary of my grandfather's death. As it is my anxiety, depression, and insomnia are still through the roof. Probably working on a brand new ulcer as I wait for the other shoe to drop. For now I'm appeasing my family and coworkers with my "progress."
They get texts or other updates about the food I'm cooking and I'll send pictures of the steak or chicken I made for dinner. Little things to make them think everything is fine despite the fact I gave up already. Being cut off from almost everyone and not having anyone to confide in has beaten. I've become a shut in of sorts because I don't have a car. As much as I'd like to go out I can't because there's nothing worth going out for. Financially, mentally, and physically I'm struggling, but I try to put on a brave face for those close to me.
As much as I'd like to come out on top I'm pretty sure I'll lose like I always do. At least I accepted it. Maybe my prayers will be answered and I won't wake up one of these days.
Told both of them my situation doesn't really allow me to seek help. Let them know that my therapist dropped me when I was in crisis and that I lack funds and transportation to get a replacement. Not really interested in getting a new therapist or other clown to talk to. I've accepted my demons will only die when I do, and I don't really want to fight anymore.
The only way I'd be interested in continuing is either if my wife came back, or I was on a strong enough medication to dissociate from everything. If I could just stop feeling emotions maybe I could bare to go on. As it is I feel everything so much and bad memories are on repeat.
Therapy doesn't work for me and I think they're full of shit. The medication doesn't work for me either. Tried to have my dr refill my klonopin, but the hospital shrink prescribed it so my dr wouldn't fill it without a visit. No car and I can't afford to Uber so no Dr appointments for me (thankfully I can have groceries delivered). This will get interesting when he wants to see me to okay more of my antidepressants.
I'm very tempted to stop taking my bp meds too. If I have a heart attack or stroke maybe it'll take care of my troubles. What is give to find out I have a terminal disease. There wouldn't be anyone to blame when I die and everyone can just go on ignoring me.
Saturday will be 3 months since I lost my cat who was like my kid. It's also the 13th anniversary of my grandfather's death. As it is my anxiety, depression, and insomnia are still through the roof. Probably working on a brand new ulcer as I wait for the other shoe to drop. For now I'm appeasing my family and coworkers with my "progress."
They get texts or other updates about the food I'm cooking and I'll send pictures of the steak or chicken I made for dinner. Little things to make them think everything is fine despite the fact I gave up already. Being cut off from almost everyone and not having anyone to confide in has beaten. I've become a shut in of sorts because I don't have a car. As much as I'd like to go out I can't because there's nothing worth going out for. Financially, mentally, and physically I'm struggling, but I try to put on a brave face for those close to me.
As much as I'd like to come out on top I'm pretty sure I'll lose like I always do. At least I accepted it. Maybe my prayers will be answered and I won't wake up one of these days.