SuicideBoys93
I am the lord of loneliness.
- Feb 10, 2020
- 324
My depression has honestly peaked. To make things worse I'm supposed to be the best man in a few weekends at my little brothers wedding. I've never been more annoyed with the idea of having to be around what I would presume to be "happy" people when I'm totally checked out. I've said many times I'd rather just attend vs being in the wedding but all I've gotten is do this for your brother. The irony of that statement loomed large in my mind. My life has seemed to follow that exact trend. Everything else before yourself. I feel even worse because you'd think you'd be happy for a family member getting married but I'm not in the space to be their like that for my little brother. This will be another thing added to my list of regrets by not feeling as if I was present for my little brothers day.
Not really suicidal to the point where I'd off myself but more along the lines it would be a shame cough cough if somebody went left of center and hit me head on going really fast and I didn't sadly make it. I'm not sure if it's the holidays vastly approaching or what seems to be the issue? It's definitely not manic because my highs are never really high but my lows feel super low. Like a roller coaster of emotions where the high lasts a second.
Ultimately I've probably earned this. I don't have friends partly to my own doing going away in the service and becoming so occupied with life far away from home to where life happened and communication was lost. Now that I'm back I'm merely just blending in with society and keep a low profile. I have deleted all social medias to stop the scrolling and the no notifications seems to be sadly deafening but oh well. The daily struggle of wanting to be alone but hate being lonely.
My mom thinks I need to ask about other medications after stopping the last meds cold turkey about a year ago after just feeling bad on them day to day. She also recommends therapy which to me was always placing a bandaid on the problem. Eventually the bandaid wears off while the same cuts of life continue to sting. I'm at a weird spot right now where just surviving feels like the appropriate answer to describe current life.
Vent over.
Not really suicidal to the point where I'd off myself but more along the lines it would be a shame cough cough if somebody went left of center and hit me head on going really fast and I didn't sadly make it. I'm not sure if it's the holidays vastly approaching or what seems to be the issue? It's definitely not manic because my highs are never really high but my lows feel super low. Like a roller coaster of emotions where the high lasts a second.
Ultimately I've probably earned this. I don't have friends partly to my own doing going away in the service and becoming so occupied with life far away from home to where life happened and communication was lost. Now that I'm back I'm merely just blending in with society and keep a low profile. I have deleted all social medias to stop the scrolling and the no notifications seems to be sadly deafening but oh well. The daily struggle of wanting to be alone but hate being lonely.
My mom thinks I need to ask about other medications after stopping the last meds cold turkey about a year ago after just feeling bad on them day to day. She also recommends therapy which to me was always placing a bandaid on the problem. Eventually the bandaid wears off while the same cuts of life continue to sting. I'm at a weird spot right now where just surviving feels like the appropriate answer to describe current life.
Vent over.