Ociv
Don't fear what's in your head
- Mar 29, 2024
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Ok so this is my first thread on this site, apologies if I do something wrong..
M22, Oklahoma, USA
Ive dealt with depression (bipolar? idk never got a diagnosis) for six years and suicidal notions for the latter half of that. I don't want to give my whole story and make this into an unreadable wall of text, so if you want to hear more, ask on here or pm me.
The gist of the thing driving me towards suicide (should I be saying ctb instead?) is the idea that the enjoyment I get out of life is not worth the suffering I have to go through to attain it. I wake up and go to work, and while suffering through work, I ask myself "What am I doing this for?" and the answer is always something like "so I can get money to survive and wake up tomorrow to do the same." It is a cycle that I feel no particular attachment to, and when combined with my bouts of depression, I don't want to be a part of it anymore.
A couple years ago I met a girl and we started dating. After helping care for her while she was between jobs and paying for expensive surgeries, I started having a new answer to that question: "I'm doing it for her." I had nothing to spend my time and money on, as there isn't really anything I want in life, but she does want those things, so I started sacrificing my time and money for her. It felt really good to have something beyond me to serve as a purpose for my suffering.
After two years, last month now, she cheated on me with a man we had met on an out of state trip. It is evident now that she didn't appreciate the sacrifices I made for her, but I found that that notion didn't make me feel bad. I didn't feel used or taken for granted, I just felt grateful to have had something that made me feel that life was worth living. I decided that she was worth it, and that was all that mattered to me. That isn't to say that I didn't feel hurt by her betrayal at all, it still pisses me off, but I found something that let me keep on living.
Now, I feel not only profound loneliness at losing the only person I ever loved, but profound hopelessness at losing the only thing that kept me going. If I can capture that feeling again, maybe I won't have to die so soon.
Is this unhealthy?
If I could somehow find someone like that again, someone who makes me happy and feels worth it, I could give my life to them. I would feel the warmth of purpose again. Even if I am setting myself up to be taken advantage of, is that not worth it in the end? By pursuing this, would I end up causing irreparable damage to myself? Is it ethical to ask such a heavy role of a partner? Would it even work again? Is love like this a one time thing? Would this feeling even last?
I feel as though being in a relationship was the only way I have ever successfully beaten back my depression, even if just by a hair. I want to do it again, even though for what some might call the wrong reasons. I want to use another person as a tool to prop up my own will to live, and in return that person gets a partner who will willingly give up his life and everything in it for her.
Please share your opinions on this.. My mind is spinning trying to organize my thoughts and I feel like I can't tell right from wrong right now. Ask me questions, give your take, your experiences, anything to help me figure this out.
M22, Oklahoma, USA
Ive dealt with depression (bipolar? idk never got a diagnosis) for six years and suicidal notions for the latter half of that. I don't want to give my whole story and make this into an unreadable wall of text, so if you want to hear more, ask on here or pm me.
The gist of the thing driving me towards suicide (should I be saying ctb instead?) is the idea that the enjoyment I get out of life is not worth the suffering I have to go through to attain it. I wake up and go to work, and while suffering through work, I ask myself "What am I doing this for?" and the answer is always something like "so I can get money to survive and wake up tomorrow to do the same." It is a cycle that I feel no particular attachment to, and when combined with my bouts of depression, I don't want to be a part of it anymore.
A couple years ago I met a girl and we started dating. After helping care for her while she was between jobs and paying for expensive surgeries, I started having a new answer to that question: "I'm doing it for her." I had nothing to spend my time and money on, as there isn't really anything I want in life, but she does want those things, so I started sacrificing my time and money for her. It felt really good to have something beyond me to serve as a purpose for my suffering.
After two years, last month now, she cheated on me with a man we had met on an out of state trip. It is evident now that she didn't appreciate the sacrifices I made for her, but I found that that notion didn't make me feel bad. I didn't feel used or taken for granted, I just felt grateful to have had something that made me feel that life was worth living. I decided that she was worth it, and that was all that mattered to me. That isn't to say that I didn't feel hurt by her betrayal at all, it still pisses me off, but I found something that let me keep on living.
Now, I feel not only profound loneliness at losing the only person I ever loved, but profound hopelessness at losing the only thing that kept me going. If I can capture that feeling again, maybe I won't have to die so soon.
Is this unhealthy?
If I could somehow find someone like that again, someone who makes me happy and feels worth it, I could give my life to them. I would feel the warmth of purpose again. Even if I am setting myself up to be taken advantage of, is that not worth it in the end? By pursuing this, would I end up causing irreparable damage to myself? Is it ethical to ask such a heavy role of a partner? Would it even work again? Is love like this a one time thing? Would this feeling even last?
I feel as though being in a relationship was the only way I have ever successfully beaten back my depression, even if just by a hair. I want to do it again, even though for what some might call the wrong reasons. I want to use another person as a tool to prop up my own will to live, and in return that person gets a partner who will willingly give up his life and everything in it for her.
Please share your opinions on this.. My mind is spinning trying to organize my thoughts and I feel like I can't tell right from wrong right now. Ask me questions, give your take, your experiences, anything to help me figure this out.