Lilanel
Member
- Jul 16, 2019
- 45
There is no area of my life that's safe.
Work? I just got fired from a job after being outright bullied and emotionally abused for months. I was so happy when I got a job offer, but they called today and rescinded it, because I was not honest enough about the circumstances of my previous employment during the interview. It was my fuckup—my anxiety fucked me over. I am a burden and disappointment to my family and friends. I went through law school, graduated #2 in my class, did all the right things, and it still wasn't enough.
Love? I am mentally fucked up with Avoidant Personality Disorder and I believe myself truly incapable of loving anyone. I push people away like nobody's business.
Movies, music, TV? I tried to watch a previous favorite movie today. Seeing people doing jobs, being happy, made me so empty and miserable that I turned off the TV. I especially cry when watching medical movies and TV shows, because I'd wanted to go to medical school, but couldn't because I was so stupid.
I've been suicidal for 13 years, on meds for depression and anxiety for 4, in therapy for 3. When I talk, the therapists have nothing to say. I ask them, what's the point? When do I get to choose when enough is enough, when I'm tired of getting up after being knocked down? How long do I have to be here, taking punch after punch, before I can finally say that it's been enough?
Work? I just got fired from a job after being outright bullied and emotionally abused for months. I was so happy when I got a job offer, but they called today and rescinded it, because I was not honest enough about the circumstances of my previous employment during the interview. It was my fuckup—my anxiety fucked me over. I am a burden and disappointment to my family and friends. I went through law school, graduated #2 in my class, did all the right things, and it still wasn't enough.
Love? I am mentally fucked up with Avoidant Personality Disorder and I believe myself truly incapable of loving anyone. I push people away like nobody's business.
Movies, music, TV? I tried to watch a previous favorite movie today. Seeing people doing jobs, being happy, made me so empty and miserable that I turned off the TV. I especially cry when watching medical movies and TV shows, because I'd wanted to go to medical school, but couldn't because I was so stupid.
I've been suicidal for 13 years, on meds for depression and anxiety for 4, in therapy for 3. When I talk, the therapists have nothing to say. I ask them, what's the point? When do I get to choose when enough is enough, when I'm tired of getting up after being knocked down? How long do I have to be here, taking punch after punch, before I can finally say that it's been enough?