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Student
- Jul 19, 2023
- 136
I've been rotting in bed this whole weekend, and if I didn't have a job and bills to pay I'd do that every day. I can't even do a whole week of work, I call in sick more often now.
I'm so, so, so exhausted, depressed and tired. My partner has been acting off the past few days, and while I've been wanting something as simple as a hug, I'm constantly pushed away. She told me I'm too depressed to handle, I rot in bed all day, I'm mentally not available, we don't do much anymore, I don't put in any effort.
And I genuinely want to die, but if I told her that she'd have a meltdown and instantly break things off. My set date is the 16th of december, 2026 - so in two years. Why this date? I don't know, I still want to wait with ctb because there's things I want to experience before I go.
The last time I did tell her about my suicidality was last year in September, and that was the last time she genuinely acted nice to me, just until I got on antidepressants and had more energy.
I do think I put in the effort; she's been sick the past days and I've been taking care of her even though I don't have the energy for it. I do the household. I buy her flowers, knowing she wouldn't do the same for me. Each and every time she threatens to kick me out while knowing I have literally nowhere else to go (we live together, and I also pay rent and everything else as much as her), each and every time she loses her temper and gets all harsh to me, telling me to "fuck off", to "shut the fuck up" and more, I forgive her. But what do you do when even your best, even when you're pushing yourself over your limits, isn't enough? What do you do when the person you love tells you she wants to go ahead and screw other people? What if you're not enough anymore?
I'm so fucking tired I can't put it into words. It's not my fault, it's not like I want to feel this way, not when I was thirteen, not now, almost seven years later, it's not like I enjoy feeling like this. I'm even too exhausted to self harm. I'm constantly dehydrated because I can't get up to get a cup of water. My grey hairs have multiplied in the last year from the constant stress I'm under - and I'm only 19. Every day is fucking torture. And instead of getting what I need from the person I need it most - just some simple affection - I get arguments. I'm so, so tired.
I'm so, so, so exhausted, depressed and tired. My partner has been acting off the past few days, and while I've been wanting something as simple as a hug, I'm constantly pushed away. She told me I'm too depressed to handle, I rot in bed all day, I'm mentally not available, we don't do much anymore, I don't put in any effort.
And I genuinely want to die, but if I told her that she'd have a meltdown and instantly break things off. My set date is the 16th of december, 2026 - so in two years. Why this date? I don't know, I still want to wait with ctb because there's things I want to experience before I go.
The last time I did tell her about my suicidality was last year in September, and that was the last time she genuinely acted nice to me, just until I got on antidepressants and had more energy.
I do think I put in the effort; she's been sick the past days and I've been taking care of her even though I don't have the energy for it. I do the household. I buy her flowers, knowing she wouldn't do the same for me. Each and every time she threatens to kick me out while knowing I have literally nowhere else to go (we live together, and I also pay rent and everything else as much as her), each and every time she loses her temper and gets all harsh to me, telling me to "fuck off", to "shut the fuck up" and more, I forgive her. But what do you do when even your best, even when you're pushing yourself over your limits, isn't enough? What do you do when the person you love tells you she wants to go ahead and screw other people? What if you're not enough anymore?
I'm so fucking tired I can't put it into words. It's not my fault, it's not like I want to feel this way, not when I was thirteen, not now, almost seven years later, it's not like I enjoy feeling like this. I'm even too exhausted to self harm. I'm constantly dehydrated because I can't get up to get a cup of water. My grey hairs have multiplied in the last year from the constant stress I'm under - and I'm only 19. Every day is fucking torture. And instead of getting what I need from the person I need it most - just some simple affection - I get arguments. I'm so, so tired.