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MOREorLESS
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- Feb 14, 2023
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I've been feeling suicidal and self-harming for just a decade now. In the past, the main reason stopping me from CTB would be:
1. don't want to hurt my family and my boyfriend
2. ambitions about creating games and music
But my depression lately has gotten so bad that I basically cannot function anymore. I am rarely where I'm supposed to be, and most of the time I am just curling in my bed with my curtains closed, either drinking, sleeping or staring at my phone blankly.
I no longer feel guilty about leaving my family anymore, because the pain overwhelms. Everyone else is living just fine when I'm thousands of miles away slowly dying, and why should I have to suffer just to not interfere with anyone's happy lives? And I'm always treating my boyfriend badly because of immense frustration, so for him I guess it's better that I'm gone. And now I just don't feel capable of creating anything anymore: I am just so convinced that with my bipolar going on I will never be able to get anything done. I can barely cope with my responsibilities. How the hell should I even think about doing my hobbies?
It just feels like I am much better at feeling grief than happiness. I am never as happy as I am depressed at my worst. I feel like there's a breaking limit for everyone, and I am incredibly close to that now. One more night of that heavy sadness then I'm gone.
1. don't want to hurt my family and my boyfriend
2. ambitions about creating games and music
But my depression lately has gotten so bad that I basically cannot function anymore. I am rarely where I'm supposed to be, and most of the time I am just curling in my bed with my curtains closed, either drinking, sleeping or staring at my phone blankly.
I no longer feel guilty about leaving my family anymore, because the pain overwhelms. Everyone else is living just fine when I'm thousands of miles away slowly dying, and why should I have to suffer just to not interfere with anyone's happy lives? And I'm always treating my boyfriend badly because of immense frustration, so for him I guess it's better that I'm gone. And now I just don't feel capable of creating anything anymore: I am just so convinced that with my bipolar going on I will never be able to get anything done. I can barely cope with my responsibilities. How the hell should I even think about doing my hobbies?
It just feels like I am much better at feeling grief than happiness. I am never as happy as I am depressed at my worst. I feel like there's a breaking limit for everyone, and I am incredibly close to that now. One more night of that heavy sadness then I'm gone.