
willitpass
Don’t try to offer me help, I’ve tried everything
- Mar 10, 2020
- 3,073
Before I came to the hospital in October I still had the ability to put on somewhat of a mask. I was more irritable and had largely isolated myself, but I could put on enough of a front that nobody asked many questions. I still knew what good things I had in my life and the good qualities I possessed, even if I could no longer enjoy them. Now, almost 14 weeks later, I feel like I have lost touch with all of those things. I want to die just as much, and now I have become a person I despise. I am no longer successful in a full time job, a straight A student in my degree program, fully financially independent, and a caring person. I am jobless, a drop out, nearly out of money and about to lose my apartment and car, and I have become an angry, rude person. I snap easily. I ignore people. I yell. I break down. I've even insulted people at times. I am so easily thrown into a sobbing rage. It's primarily apparent with my therapist. She's the only one I truly lose it to. Our personalities just greatly clash. But I've still become incredibly irritated and impulsive with others as well.
I hate who I've become.
I can't wait to die.
I hate who I've become.
I can't wait to die.