A
Abbyonceuponatime
New Member
- Oct 2, 2020
- 2
Hello everyone. I joined this community in October during what was my rock bottom. I couldn't bring myself to do it because I knew it would break my parents hearts.
But I'm still in so much pain and I'm so tired of the heaviness of carrying this sadness and this bottomless grief and this irrational self loathing. Any day where I don't experience these feelings is a day where I have done a good job distracting myself. But at my core this is what I feel. Everything else is the exception.
I've been in therapy for close to two years now. I have a good understanding of where my depression comes from. I was on antidepressants and I chose to stop two months ago. I haven't showered in four days. I cancelled all my online tutoring sessions because I couldn't be bothered. I quit my job a year ago in the middle of an economic crisis because I couldn't get out of bed. I feel crippled. I smoke like a chimney even though I hate it and I know it's killing me and I should treat my body like I deserve better but I can't. I don't eat right. I have no incentive to exercise. Everyone who knows me always showers me with words of kindness and I never believe them. I cant accept kindness and it makes me ache that I can't. It makes me ache that I'm so lonely in my pain and that I can't tell anyone the extent of pain that I feel because they would be too horrified. My therapist doesn't count, he is stuck with me. Part of me wants to d*e, another just wants someone to listen to my whole story and still choose to wholly love me.
But I'm still in so much pain and I'm so tired of the heaviness of carrying this sadness and this bottomless grief and this irrational self loathing. Any day where I don't experience these feelings is a day where I have done a good job distracting myself. But at my core this is what I feel. Everything else is the exception.
I've been in therapy for close to two years now. I have a good understanding of where my depression comes from. I was on antidepressants and I chose to stop two months ago. I haven't showered in four days. I cancelled all my online tutoring sessions because I couldn't be bothered. I quit my job a year ago in the middle of an economic crisis because I couldn't get out of bed. I feel crippled. I smoke like a chimney even though I hate it and I know it's killing me and I should treat my body like I deserve better but I can't. I don't eat right. I have no incentive to exercise. Everyone who knows me always showers me with words of kindness and I never believe them. I cant accept kindness and it makes me ache that I can't. It makes me ache that I'm so lonely in my pain and that I can't tell anyone the extent of pain that I feel because they would be too horrified. My therapist doesn't count, he is stuck with me. Part of me wants to d*e, another just wants someone to listen to my whole story and still choose to wholly love me.