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leaf23
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- Dec 12, 2020
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This is a whining rant; I apologize in advance but I really feel awful today. It's one of those days when you're already depressed but feel worse than the usual.
I'm freaking out because my father is visiting soon and I get the feeling he's working up to asking to live at my place. I'm scared he'll ask to live here. I'm scared because I don't have a single cell of confidence I'm able to take care of someone or something ever again.
For context:
1. my mother, who I've been living with, died recently at home and I'm kinda traumatized with the whole event watching her die, rushing her to the er, all that stuff
2. there's some unresolved issues with my father
2.1 my parents separated when I was a toddler & my mother was mostly the one who raised me. My father gave sporadic financial & emotional support. He was mainly absent
2.2 I am not close with him. I haven't seen, or talked with him in years before meeting him at my mother's funeral. Currently we're like acquaintances in the sense that we exchange birthday, Christmas greetings, and the like.
3. My father's old, a senior citizen, so I can't exactly reject him if he ever asks. I'm unsure, but I don't think he has the funds for a nursing home. I don't either.
4. I'm an only child (maybe). He says I don't have any half-siblings but years back my mom received unverified news I have one, so I do not know how true this is
5. No one in my family knows of my mental health issues. They probably guessed I'm struggling with something but I'm sure they don't know the extent of it, or how I'm suicidal. I'm not exactly close with any of them, haven't confided in any because I do not want an intervention or someone else taking away my right to kms
6. I think kms is just a matter of when. I've been postponing it because each time I've just been thinking I could endure whatever hell stage of depression or anxiety I'm currently in but I know there's just going to be something in the future that'll validate the hopelessness of everything and lead me to kms. This is another reason why I don't want to live with someone, or have a pet: plans to kms will be harder to implement when I'm living with someone/something.
I'm struggling just to take care of myself (and failing badly at it too). There's all this stress already at just the thought of him, much less living with him 24/7. Im terrified I'll inadvertently fail in taking care of him and kill him this way, or that the stress of living with him will be the one to push me to kill myself. I don't really want to die, but sometimes I feel that I can't handle the pain of living, or I can't bear whatever the current situation is anymore. I know this sounds selfish, which is laughable in a way because popular opinion is that suicide is an act of selfishness. I mean, here I am compounding selfish act of not wanting to take care of the old parent, with the height of selfishness and sin with suicide (I'm lapsed Catholic).
I don't know what to do. I know I'm going to have to take care of him but this just feels like an enormous mountain I have to scale. A mountain that will kill me. I feel as if I won't ever be happy or at ease with him here. I'm exhausted just thinking of how I'll have to take this responsibility. I'm sorry, I'm just really freaking out right now.
I'm freaking out because my father is visiting soon and I get the feeling he's working up to asking to live at my place. I'm scared he'll ask to live here. I'm scared because I don't have a single cell of confidence I'm able to take care of someone or something ever again.
For context:
1. my mother, who I've been living with, died recently at home and I'm kinda traumatized with the whole event watching her die, rushing her to the er, all that stuff
2. there's some unresolved issues with my father
2.1 my parents separated when I was a toddler & my mother was mostly the one who raised me. My father gave sporadic financial & emotional support. He was mainly absent
2.2 I am not close with him. I haven't seen, or talked with him in years before meeting him at my mother's funeral. Currently we're like acquaintances in the sense that we exchange birthday, Christmas greetings, and the like.
3. My father's old, a senior citizen, so I can't exactly reject him if he ever asks. I'm unsure, but I don't think he has the funds for a nursing home. I don't either.
4. I'm an only child (maybe). He says I don't have any half-siblings but years back my mom received unverified news I have one, so I do not know how true this is
5. No one in my family knows of my mental health issues. They probably guessed I'm struggling with something but I'm sure they don't know the extent of it, or how I'm suicidal. I'm not exactly close with any of them, haven't confided in any because I do not want an intervention or someone else taking away my right to kms
6. I think kms is just a matter of when. I've been postponing it because each time I've just been thinking I could endure whatever hell stage of depression or anxiety I'm currently in but I know there's just going to be something in the future that'll validate the hopelessness of everything and lead me to kms. This is another reason why I don't want to live with someone, or have a pet: plans to kms will be harder to implement when I'm living with someone/something.
I'm struggling just to take care of myself (and failing badly at it too). There's all this stress already at just the thought of him, much less living with him 24/7. Im terrified I'll inadvertently fail in taking care of him and kill him this way, or that the stress of living with him will be the one to push me to kill myself. I don't really want to die, but sometimes I feel that I can't handle the pain of living, or I can't bear whatever the current situation is anymore. I know this sounds selfish, which is laughable in a way because popular opinion is that suicide is an act of selfishness. I mean, here I am compounding selfish act of not wanting to take care of the old parent, with the height of selfishness and sin with suicide (I'm lapsed Catholic).
I don't know what to do. I know I'm going to have to take care of him but this just feels like an enormous mountain I have to scale. A mountain that will kill me. I feel as if I won't ever be happy or at ease with him here. I'm exhausted just thinking of how I'll have to take this responsibility. I'm sorry, I'm just really freaking out right now.