
spoiledsick
bones to earth, back to god, i'm sick of waiting.
- Jan 4, 2023
- 30
tired of typing out paragraphs and deleting them. nothing i have to say matters. no sense in trying to explain what i've lived through, trying to justify that i suffered enough. all i get met with is how other people have it worse, and look how well they are doing, how others have overcome similar problems i have. just makes me feel like more of a failure for not being able to fix my life.
microdosing death by sleeping 15+ hours a day, giving up on household chores, personal hygiene, lucky if i make one meal a day to feed my kids, maybe take a few bites myself, spend most of my awake time lying in bed/crying/lurking on this site. (my kids are pretty okay, they are big enough to take care of themselves, but there is a heavy weight of guilt on me for not being the mother they deserve.) trying to get them and my husband used to not having me around, having to do everything for themselves. i haven't worked in six months, can't imagine being able to hold down a job ever again.
often thought of running away. for a while when i was working i had a separate bank account and was trying to save money to get my own apartment and move out with my kids. ha, gave up on that dream. husband always threatened to ctb when i tried to leave in the past, says he'll do the same if i go out that way. i know we're codependent but he's the only person who has ever loved me, the only person who doesn't hate me, wants to help me, the only relationship i've ever been in. i hid the severity of my depression and suicidal ideation for 15 years from him. the dam broke and there is no going back to the fake-perfect life we used to have. and good riddance, bc that toxic positivity shit was killing me too.
the only help offered by my therapist was ~move to the women's shelter~ which is sooo helpful, why didn't i think of that genius idea!! or ask the relatives that physically, mentally, and verbally abused me throughout childhood if my kids and i can move in. (i did break down and break years of no-contact to ask my parents if they could help, of course fucking not, i am their mistake, why would they ever be able to provide me a modicum of support in life?)
just venting i guess, carrying all this stuff around in my head and my heart is doing a lot to me today.
microdosing death by sleeping 15+ hours a day, giving up on household chores, personal hygiene, lucky if i make one meal a day to feed my kids, maybe take a few bites myself, spend most of my awake time lying in bed/crying/lurking on this site. (my kids are pretty okay, they are big enough to take care of themselves, but there is a heavy weight of guilt on me for not being the mother they deserve.) trying to get them and my husband used to not having me around, having to do everything for themselves. i haven't worked in six months, can't imagine being able to hold down a job ever again.
often thought of running away. for a while when i was working i had a separate bank account and was trying to save money to get my own apartment and move out with my kids. ha, gave up on that dream. husband always threatened to ctb when i tried to leave in the past, says he'll do the same if i go out that way. i know we're codependent but he's the only person who has ever loved me, the only person who doesn't hate me, wants to help me, the only relationship i've ever been in. i hid the severity of my depression and suicidal ideation for 15 years from him. the dam broke and there is no going back to the fake-perfect life we used to have. and good riddance, bc that toxic positivity shit was killing me too.
the only help offered by my therapist was ~move to the women's shelter~ which is sooo helpful, why didn't i think of that genius idea!! or ask the relatives that physically, mentally, and verbally abused me throughout childhood if my kids and i can move in. (i did break down and break years of no-contact to ask my parents if they could help, of course fucking not, i am their mistake, why would they ever be able to provide me a modicum of support in life?)
just venting i guess, carrying all this stuff around in my head and my heart is doing a lot to me today.