RitaM
Mountaineer
- Aug 26, 2018
- 146
Things have been stressful for a while now but I thought I was managing to stay afloat. At some point in the last few days, though, I crossed over into 'I don't want to live' territory and have felt paralysed since.
It's been months since I've had a decent night's sleep. I've been surviving on 3-5 hours, waking every hour or so, sometimes crying out or screaming for no apparent reason. I've been exploring childhood trauma in therapy which I think has unravelled me somewhat.
I am not really a lonely sort of person but the lockdowns have really highlighted just how isolated I am. I live alone, no 'support bubble', no family and seldom hear from anyone except a for couple of close friends. Normally this suits me... I don't go out of my way to form close friendships and prefer to spend most time alone. But now that there's so much emphasis on friends and family, I feel like an unloveable failure who has no place in the world.
I've withdrawn from the few people I was keeping in touch with, including my therapist. I can't bring myself to tell them how I'm really feeling. There doesn't seem to be much point.
I don't know if I'm ready to die just yet but I find myself once again putting things around my neck. I've made a mess of my life despite my best intentions to overcome the pains of my childhood.
One of the things holding me back is that I made an error in my will which has probably invalidated it. If that's the case, my estate will go to my estranged mother. I need to put this right before I think about doing anything.
I don't want it to be this way. I want to live and feel some sense of happiness. I try and try but I just can't seem to get there. And with the pandemic there is no hope of anything much on the horizon.
if you've made it this far, thanks for reading. I just desperately needed to get this out somewhere.
It's been months since I've had a decent night's sleep. I've been surviving on 3-5 hours, waking every hour or so, sometimes crying out or screaming for no apparent reason. I've been exploring childhood trauma in therapy which I think has unravelled me somewhat.
I am not really a lonely sort of person but the lockdowns have really highlighted just how isolated I am. I live alone, no 'support bubble', no family and seldom hear from anyone except a for couple of close friends. Normally this suits me... I don't go out of my way to form close friendships and prefer to spend most time alone. But now that there's so much emphasis on friends and family, I feel like an unloveable failure who has no place in the world.
I've withdrawn from the few people I was keeping in touch with, including my therapist. I can't bring myself to tell them how I'm really feeling. There doesn't seem to be much point.
I don't know if I'm ready to die just yet but I find myself once again putting things around my neck. I've made a mess of my life despite my best intentions to overcome the pains of my childhood.
One of the things holding me back is that I made an error in my will which has probably invalidated it. If that's the case, my estate will go to my estranged mother. I need to put this right before I think about doing anything.
I don't want it to be this way. I want to live and feel some sense of happiness. I try and try but I just can't seem to get there. And with the pandemic there is no hope of anything much on the horizon.
if you've made it this far, thanks for reading. I just desperately needed to get this out somewhere.