So uh. Hey guys. Sorry for the wall of text in advance.
For the past few months I've been feeling kinda shitty. Like, I want to kill myself shitty. So I guess "kinda" is an underestimation.
See, I dunno what the fuck is wrong with me. I spent a good part of my childhood and teens crippled with illness, too sick to work or go to school. I didn't really have any friends, and I guess I still don't. Friends of siblings, friends of my mother, all very amiable but not really friends of mine, you know? I was pretty miserable then, but suicide never crossed my mind.
Last year or so, however, I had enough and took a bunch of amitriptyline. If I didn't have a monster fucking heart, I would have died. No doubt about it. After a few therapy sessions I managed to convince my doctors I wasn't going to do it again and I was sent on my way. I always thought my lack of a life or a future was what made me miserable, so I resolved to take a stand and make something of myself.
Recently I've finally found an opportunity to start doing something with my life. In a school near me, there are these part-time adult education courses that, if I do well enough, might get me into full-time education learning to be a social worker. I've been doing that since September. I should be ecstatic, right?
Except I'm not. Instead of being delighted, I'm just as miserable as ever, if not more so. I can't do any of the work, even though I can quite plainly see it's fucking easy. Some part of my brain keeps telling me I can't fucking do this, I'm too stupid and worthless, I should just fucking give up. And I want to. I really, really want to.
I've been contemplating suicide again. The only thing stopping me at this point is the fact that my cripple-benefit is all that's keeping the family off the street, but I'm slowly caring less and less about that. I've stopped caring about hygeine and physical appearance, I don't really leave bed except to do homework and go to class and sometimes I can't even muster the give-a-fuck to do that. I can't remember the last time I ate, I think it was a few days ago. My life isn't particularily bad, I don't really HAVE anything to be sad about. I just am, and it sucks.
In the process of writing all that I've forgotten what the question was. I think it was something like "hurr am i depress guys" but I fucking hate that word and yeah, it's pretty fucking obvious. I guess maybe what should I do about it? How do I fix the part of my brain telling me to give up? Both good choices, I suppose.
Also possibly how do I find the motivation to keep going. Because I have absolutely zilch right now.
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For the past few months I've been feeling kinda shitty. Like, I want to kill myself shitty. So I guess "kinda" is an underestimation.
See, I dunno what the fuck is wrong with me. I spent a good part of my childhood and teens crippled with illness, too sick to work or go to school. I didn't really have any friends, and I guess I still don't. Friends of siblings, friends of my mother, all very amiable but not really friends of mine, you know? I was pretty miserable then, but suicide never crossed my mind.
Last year or so, however, I had enough and took a bunch of amitriptyline. If I didn't have a monster fucking heart, I would have died. No doubt about it. After a few therapy sessions I managed to convince my doctors I wasn't going to do it again and I was sent on my way. I always thought my lack of a life or a future was what made me miserable, so I resolved to take a stand and make something of myself.
Recently I've finally found an opportunity to start doing something with my life. In a school near me, there are these part-time adult education courses that, if I do well enough, might get me into full-time education learning to be a social worker. I've been doing that since September. I should be ecstatic, right?
Except I'm not. Instead of being delighted, I'm just as miserable as ever, if not more so. I can't do any of the work, even though I can quite plainly see it's fucking easy. Some part of my brain keeps telling me I can't fucking do this, I'm too stupid and worthless, I should just fucking give up. And I want to. I really, really want to.
I've been contemplating suicide again. The only thing stopping me at this point is the fact that my cripple-benefit is all that's keeping the family off the street, but I'm slowly caring less and less about that. I've stopped caring about hygeine and physical appearance, I don't really leave bed except to do homework and go to class and sometimes I can't even muster the give-a-fuck to do that. I can't remember the last time I ate, I think it was a few days ago. My life isn't particularily bad, I don't really HAVE anything to be sad about. I just am, and it sucks.
In the process of writing all that I've forgotten what the question was. I think it was something like "hurr am i depress guys" but I fucking hate that word and yeah, it's pretty fucking obvious. I guess maybe what should I do about it? How do I fix the part of my brain telling me to give up? Both good choices, I suppose.
Also possibly how do I find the motivation to keep going. Because I have absolutely zilch right now.
captcha: the pubati
OR MAYBE THAT'S THE PROBLEM THANKS CAPTCHA