I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m in an endless loop of sadness and hopelessness and everything just seems to be so far away. like whatever I do it's like it doesn’t involve me.
like whatever decision I make is just something that happens and it doesn’t really affect me for real. I feel like I’m only someone controlling a sim. I know its not true and I’m probably dragging myself to ruin since I’ve been missing work and life in general.
I told my boss today that I’m missing work because of my emotional state and she told me to make sure I can manage it next time because I’ll get a memo for my absences soon, I know I’m doing this to myself and nobody else is to blame for this.
I just can’t get myself to do anything today.... I don’t feel human at all.
I feel weak and empty and like nothing I do will ever make everything okay.
I know I need help, I’ve been through this cycle enough times to know its not normal. Hell I even cried about toothpaste once. the smallest things drive me into distress and I just... need... space... to... breath...
I know “depression” has been around for ages and all and I’ve always thought that’s what this is but not being diagnosed and not being sure... I didn’t want to claim it. I didn’t want to say “I have depression” and just roll with it when hundreds of people who actually are diagnosed go through worse pain.
I’ve gotten sick, I developed Gastritis due to stress and my unhealthy eating habits. I’ve gained weight since I just curl up in my bed and force feed myself junk food. I stopped going out. I stopped reading my books. I stopped writing.... God I stopped writing..... I couldn’t find happier words not only for my stories but for myself so I decided to stop.
once I got into a fight with my boyfriend and he was genuinely trying to help me, he was trying to keep me grounded because he knew I was so close to just ending it all. he told me to write again.
I picked up a pen and the first this I do.... is write a suicide note.
I never really materialized a plan in my head on how I would kill myself but then I always knew that if I let the thoughts plague me, I’ll end up doing it. So that time when I wrote down a suicide note I realized that the plans do materialize in your head. while I wrote the words images of me thinking about drinking that bleach we have in the bathroom, taking my cutter and driving it deep in my arm, taking a rope and hanging myself.
so many images of my death.
I wrote it down and afterwards I felt better. knowing that if I were to die then people won’t blame themselves, they won’t think I was murdered and end up trying to avenge my death.
But they will still won’t they? they will blame themselves for overlooking the signs, they will blame themselves for not being there enough and they will destroy themselve since there’s nobody to blame. nobody to get revenge on. just plain old regret and sadness.
I didn’t kill myself that day and that note is still tucked in my notebook.
Yes I know its not normal and I really need to see a doctor for this. I would take any pill in a bottle if it means I can be normal, if it means it can regulate my emotions. I want to be so high up there that I will forget I was once pushed down on the ground.
But.... I don’t feel like gathering my pieces today..... I don’t feel like putting myself together so I’m sorry, please forgive me. I couldn’t be human today. I promise I’ll try harder tomorrow. I’ll do better tomorrow. use stronger glue, cover myself in packaging tape and get myself out the door.
I’ll do my best tomorrow so please let me break apart tonight.