I’m a mess
Posted: October 14th, 2022, 6:36 am
I read the header, about not being alone. But it’s what I feel like, like I’m terribly alone and drowning in shame. My home is a mess and I’m so afraid someone I know will come here and see it. I feel like I’m an awful lazy person who just need to get a grip. Like I need a slap in the face and be told to just do it.
Last night I dreamt that I met my sisters ex again. He unalived himself 6 months ago. I had a special connection to him and I loved him. I might actually have been in love with him. In the dream I comforted him, we hugged. One of those long long hugs that was full of grief and desperation and love. The last time I met him he kissed me on the cheek. Twice. We had a long drunken talk about mental illness, pain and death while chain smoking on my balcony. God I miss him.
I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t depressed. When I didn’t have anxiety. It started early. Maybe in middle school? Now I didn’t know what it was. It was many years later that I found out what anxiety was. What depression was. I am 36 now. Haven’t taken my antidepressants for months, I can’t explain why. I see a therapist every 2 weeks. It helps. I’m so sick of feeling like this. Feeling stuck and paralysed. I’m crying now, it’s a good thing. At least something is coming out.
I’m new to the forum, not sure if I posted this in the right place. I’m sorry if I’m doing something wrong. Just needed to tell someone about what is going through my head.
You know what, I’m actually gonna go and take a small dose of my medicine now. Like an attempt of starting over. I need to do something and that feels like a doable task. Bye
Last night I dreamt that I met my sisters ex again. He unalived himself 6 months ago. I had a special connection to him and I loved him. I might actually have been in love with him. In the dream I comforted him, we hugged. One of those long long hugs that was full of grief and desperation and love. The last time I met him he kissed me on the cheek. Twice. We had a long drunken talk about mental illness, pain and death while chain smoking on my balcony. God I miss him.
I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t depressed. When I didn’t have anxiety. It started early. Maybe in middle school? Now I didn’t know what it was. It was many years later that I found out what anxiety was. What depression was. I am 36 now. Haven’t taken my antidepressants for months, I can’t explain why. I see a therapist every 2 weeks. It helps. I’m so sick of feeling like this. Feeling stuck and paralysed. I’m crying now, it’s a good thing. At least something is coming out.
I’m new to the forum, not sure if I posted this in the right place. I’m sorry if I’m doing something wrong. Just needed to tell someone about what is going through my head.
You know what, I’m actually gonna go and take a small dose of my medicine now. Like an attempt of starting over. I need to do something and that feels like a doable task. Bye