AnonymouslyBlue
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- Sep 29, 2019
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(ps: long thread. Sorry)
Things have been bad for so long that I guess I forgot what it's like to have good. A collection of childhood memories and never ending bullshit have pretty much deterred the course of my life. But the past 2 years have been, and I know a lot of people say this, but the worst nightmare that I just can't seem to wake up from, no matter what I try.
I've always been one to handle things alone, that when I'm struggling or going through something that I have no control over, I've always managed to pick myself up and work through it. Either by really coming to the terms of the problem or ignoring it long enough that the problem seems so small and silly when I actually do think about it. Some call that wrong, some will say that that only ends up making things worse because I am not dealing with the issue, but it's always worked for me.
Now, I'm not sure anymore. I've tried so hard the past 2 years to pick myself up. To stand straight and say, "I did it, I'm stronger than I thought" but it seems as though with every stand I take, there's always something that knocks me back down and I'm on my last crutch right now. One more knock and who knows, I might just be down. Forever.
Two nights ago I had a fight with my SO where I admitted my depression, that I told him that all I want is for him to see me, see that somethings not alright. And he apologized, promised me that he will try but all I really got at the end of the fight was, and in his words, "how hard it has been for 'him' to deal with what has happened to me the past two years". And suddenly, it wasn't about me anymore. It was about him, about how he is struggling to be okay after everything that has happened to me and how to deal with it. And I don't hate him for it, but I hate that it made me feel so selfish for wanting him to see me when all this time, he's been struggling to have me see him.
Last night I went to a party with my friends, friends I haven't seen in 2 months and to be frank, it was fucking amazing. For the entirety of the afternoon and we'll into 2AM the next morning, I forgot the pain. Forgot that I exist anonymously on a site for like minded people who are pro - choice. It felt good, I felt belonged. I felt 'seen', but then as suddenly as it was good, it was bad because one friend decided to tell me about his depression and his suicidal thoughts and I got the comment of, "I guess it's just nice for you to have the life you do, you never have to go through the chaos of a fucked up life".
It stung and I had to bite my tongue from shouting out that yeah, I am depressed. You're not the only one! But again, I felt selfish for feeling that anger towards him, selfish for wanting to be recognized as drowning just as he says he is as well.
So instead I listened, I told him that he's not stupid for feeling the way he is, that it's not selfish to want to end your own life and that I'm ways here for him, always.
Come morning after I've woken up, and again, I'm back to fighting with my SO because he thinks something happened at the party, because he knows I'm keeping secrets and I'm back to screaming at him that yeah, I'm keeping secrets. I'm back to telling him how I really feel, I'm back to crying because there I am, still healing from the cuts I've created only a week ago and still, he thinks the problem is because I did something with someone whilst drunk.
So I told him how I've been living anonymously and talking to people who give me list of resources on how to end it. Talking to people who support my want to cut the line and leave this horrible fucking planet.
And he calls me selfish. He tells me about how selfish I am for not talking to him, for not opening up to him but to strangers. That he's been there for 7 years and these people don't even know my real name. So I told him the truth, that I don't go to him anymore because he makes it about him.
He then proceeded to shout at me for saying such a hurtful thing and then he used the same line that my mom used on me when I told her what her husband had done to me during the darkest time for our entire family, "you're selfish for making this about you".
And now here I sit. Thinking. Contemplating. Am I selfish? Am I really truly selfish because all I want is to be seen, to have someone hear my story and not make it about themselves and how hard it's for them to hear about what has happened to me? Am I selfish for wanting to end it, for good because thinking about tomorrow is like looking into a black hole that absorbs no light?
I'm tired.
I feel raw and cut open. Like someone had plunged a hand into my chest and is squeezing all the air out of my throbbing lungs. I get told that what I feel is selfish from my mom, from my SO, from my friends when I try to reach out. I get told that someone who looks like me, smiles like me and lives like me can't possibly be depressed so what the fuck do I know about anything?
I've always had the belief that those who want to end it aren't selfish, that if anything, that person is thinking about the other person(s) when they end it because of how much better their lives will be without them in it. And that's possibly the least selfish thing a person can do.
But now, I just feel like I'm living for everyone else. Not myself. Never for myself.
Does that make me selfish? I didn't used to think so, but now I'm not so sure.
Things have been bad for so long that I guess I forgot what it's like to have good. A collection of childhood memories and never ending bullshit have pretty much deterred the course of my life. But the past 2 years have been, and I know a lot of people say this, but the worst nightmare that I just can't seem to wake up from, no matter what I try.
I've always been one to handle things alone, that when I'm struggling or going through something that I have no control over, I've always managed to pick myself up and work through it. Either by really coming to the terms of the problem or ignoring it long enough that the problem seems so small and silly when I actually do think about it. Some call that wrong, some will say that that only ends up making things worse because I am not dealing with the issue, but it's always worked for me.
Now, I'm not sure anymore. I've tried so hard the past 2 years to pick myself up. To stand straight and say, "I did it, I'm stronger than I thought" but it seems as though with every stand I take, there's always something that knocks me back down and I'm on my last crutch right now. One more knock and who knows, I might just be down. Forever.
Two nights ago I had a fight with my SO where I admitted my depression, that I told him that all I want is for him to see me, see that somethings not alright. And he apologized, promised me that he will try but all I really got at the end of the fight was, and in his words, "how hard it has been for 'him' to deal with what has happened to me the past two years". And suddenly, it wasn't about me anymore. It was about him, about how he is struggling to be okay after everything that has happened to me and how to deal with it. And I don't hate him for it, but I hate that it made me feel so selfish for wanting him to see me when all this time, he's been struggling to have me see him.
Last night I went to a party with my friends, friends I haven't seen in 2 months and to be frank, it was fucking amazing. For the entirety of the afternoon and we'll into 2AM the next morning, I forgot the pain. Forgot that I exist anonymously on a site for like minded people who are pro - choice. It felt good, I felt belonged. I felt 'seen', but then as suddenly as it was good, it was bad because one friend decided to tell me about his depression and his suicidal thoughts and I got the comment of, "I guess it's just nice for you to have the life you do, you never have to go through the chaos of a fucked up life".
It stung and I had to bite my tongue from shouting out that yeah, I am depressed. You're not the only one! But again, I felt selfish for feeling that anger towards him, selfish for wanting to be recognized as drowning just as he says he is as well.
So instead I listened, I told him that he's not stupid for feeling the way he is, that it's not selfish to want to end your own life and that I'm ways here for him, always.
Come morning after I've woken up, and again, I'm back to fighting with my SO because he thinks something happened at the party, because he knows I'm keeping secrets and I'm back to screaming at him that yeah, I'm keeping secrets. I'm back to telling him how I really feel, I'm back to crying because there I am, still healing from the cuts I've created only a week ago and still, he thinks the problem is because I did something with someone whilst drunk.
So I told him how I've been living anonymously and talking to people who give me list of resources on how to end it. Talking to people who support my want to cut the line and leave this horrible fucking planet.
And he calls me selfish. He tells me about how selfish I am for not talking to him, for not opening up to him but to strangers. That he's been there for 7 years and these people don't even know my real name. So I told him the truth, that I don't go to him anymore because he makes it about him.
He then proceeded to shout at me for saying such a hurtful thing and then he used the same line that my mom used on me when I told her what her husband had done to me during the darkest time for our entire family, "you're selfish for making this about you".
And now here I sit. Thinking. Contemplating. Am I selfish? Am I really truly selfish because all I want is to be seen, to have someone hear my story and not make it about themselves and how hard it's for them to hear about what has happened to me? Am I selfish for wanting to end it, for good because thinking about tomorrow is like looking into a black hole that absorbs no light?
I'm tired.
I feel raw and cut open. Like someone had plunged a hand into my chest and is squeezing all the air out of my throbbing lungs. I get told that what I feel is selfish from my mom, from my SO, from my friends when I try to reach out. I get told that someone who looks like me, smiles like me and lives like me can't possibly be depressed so what the fuck do I know about anything?
I've always had the belief that those who want to end it aren't selfish, that if anything, that person is thinking about the other person(s) when they end it because of how much better their lives will be without them in it. And that's possibly the least selfish thing a person can do.
But now, I just feel like I'm living for everyone else. Not myself. Never for myself.
Does that make me selfish? I didn't used to think so, but now I'm not so sure.
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