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LittleJem
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- Jul 3, 2019
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Am in a state of agitation. Am out of bed because I had some coke, but it hasn't much improved my mood. Last week it was helping more.
Everything that ever helps then crashes and burns. Adding weed - that is the usual.
Last night, my brother called me as his daughter had had a seizure and was in hospital. I listened well enough (as I'd had diazepam so could be a bit more human). My feelings - worry for him. And also resentment that he is suffering so much that who am I to add to his suffering by CTB.
I know today that if I said to him give me £500 to help me stay alive he would refuse. Tell me how much he's spending on the adaptations to his house for his daughter. Tell me why wasn't I managing on my benefits. I would get blamed for asking him. The £500 would be for a machine that would make me some edibles and then also for some emergency cocaine. I get judged for using drugs, but without them I don't know if I would function at all.
I HATE being alive and who knows or cares about the struggle just to get through another day of being alive.
Today, I've not eaten. Had nothing to drink. Not left my room. Lain in bed with agitation. Had to take cocaine to get up. Now in a state of panic. All of this I get judged for, and yet have no other option to keep myself alive and to get out the house. And I really really FUCKING hate it.
I am expected to do all of this in silence and in my corner.
Everything that ever helps then crashes and burns. Adding weed - that is the usual.
Last night, my brother called me as his daughter had had a seizure and was in hospital. I listened well enough (as I'd had diazepam so could be a bit more human). My feelings - worry for him. And also resentment that he is suffering so much that who am I to add to his suffering by CTB.
I know today that if I said to him give me £500 to help me stay alive he would refuse. Tell me how much he's spending on the adaptations to his house for his daughter. Tell me why wasn't I managing on my benefits. I would get blamed for asking him. The £500 would be for a machine that would make me some edibles and then also for some emergency cocaine. I get judged for using drugs, but without them I don't know if I would function at all.
I HATE being alive and who knows or cares about the struggle just to get through another day of being alive.
Today, I've not eaten. Had nothing to drink. Not left my room. Lain in bed with agitation. Had to take cocaine to get up. Now in a state of panic. All of this I get judged for, and yet have no other option to keep myself alive and to get out the house. And I really really FUCKING hate it.
I am expected to do all of this in silence and in my corner.