LastLoveLetter
Persephone
- Mar 28, 2021
- 657
This is the end of the line.
I tried to overhaul my health. I lost almost 25kg and did everything I could to improve my situation and alleviate my chronic illnesses. I took a medicine that - after attempting dozens of treatments - was my last hope. It helped temporarily and then I gradually deteriorated again. Now I'm housebound once again, struggling to move. Even breathing hurts and is difficult. After health services' track record, I have no hope of any help being forthcoming. It doesn't matter what I do, they will find something convenient to blame my symptoms on that will absolve them of any responsibility to take action.
My mental health is a mess. My complex PTSD is only getting progressively worse. Talking treatments have not helped and private healthcare is unaffordable.
My body is falling apart, my mind is slipping away and my finances are an unsalvageable mess. It's over. I accept it and I can leave with the knowledge that I tried everything I reasonably could.
The nail in the coffin on top of it all was my SN being confiscated. I was distraught. But once I acquire a new supply or find an alternative method, I'm gone.
I wish I had more to say, but my brain is mush. I can't write the things I used to - my old writings are like looking at a different person, and even then I was still struggling and in poor health. My cognitive functions are shot. I can't leave the house. I have no family or friends. I'm done.
I tried to overhaul my health. I lost almost 25kg and did everything I could to improve my situation and alleviate my chronic illnesses. I took a medicine that - after attempting dozens of treatments - was my last hope. It helped temporarily and then I gradually deteriorated again. Now I'm housebound once again, struggling to move. Even breathing hurts and is difficult. After health services' track record, I have no hope of any help being forthcoming. It doesn't matter what I do, they will find something convenient to blame my symptoms on that will absolve them of any responsibility to take action.
My mental health is a mess. My complex PTSD is only getting progressively worse. Talking treatments have not helped and private healthcare is unaffordable.
My body is falling apart, my mind is slipping away and my finances are an unsalvageable mess. It's over. I accept it and I can leave with the knowledge that I tried everything I reasonably could.
The nail in the coffin on top of it all was my SN being confiscated. I was distraught. But once I acquire a new supply or find an alternative method, I'm gone.
I wish I had more to say, but my brain is mush. I can't write the things I used to - my old writings are like looking at a different person, and even then I was still struggling and in poor health. My cognitive functions are shot. I can't leave the house. I have no family or friends. I'm done.