It’s a Monday night and I’m sitting here staring at this page. Â Thinking where to begin. Â Thinking how to start. Â What have I done today? Â The same thing it feels like I do every day. Â Nothing.
I don’t know why I’m doing this. Â It isn’t anything I’d normally do. Â The truth is, I’ve always been content to sit back and absorb whatever came to me. Â Bottling up my own problems to avoid burdening others. Â It wasn’t like anyone ever wanted to listen, anyway. Â So I throw myself upon the anonymity of the Internet in the vain hope that I don’t burst.
Maybe I should start at the beginning. Â I’ve been depressed since 11th grade – longer, to be technically correct, but that is when I remember hitting the breaking point. Â After years of bad psychiatrists and medication, here I am. Â I’m seeing a therapist and taking more medication, but I still think of dying all the time. Â I’d want nothing more, in fact. Â There are many reasons for this, but I’ll try not to bore anyone too much with the details.
Every day is just scraping by, wasting time until I die. Â I look to the future and I see nothing, just empty bleakness. Â I’m drifting. Â My therapist declared me unfit to work and with my problems, I probably never will. Â Not that I necessarily want to, because the world is an empty place full of horror and shallow materialism. Â At least it could be accompanied by other people, but no, I never could do that right. Â I’ve been alone for a long time.
I’m sorry for saying a whole lot of nothing. Â I don’t expect anyone to read – no one ever does. Â That’s the problem, I don’t know how to be heard. Â I see everyone else with their connections and I wonder why I can’t make any. Â But no, I have to be different. Â I can’t talk to people. Â Somehow I slip through the cracks, every time, when all I want is someone to care about me.
I don’t even enjoy doing anything anymore, so it isn’t even worth crawling on another inch suffering from this curse. Â I wish I could get out of here. Â Sometimes when I’m driving I have a strong impulse to drive into a brick wall. Â Whichever way will speed up the process.
I came from nothing and I return to nothing.
4 comments
You can do so much. You had the potential to write this you have the potential to do everything else. Hope and faith will get you so far and I have no problem getting you there. You have the world in the palm of your hand. Show the world you are capable cause you are.
I have been where you are. In fact, I am still there. You can chat with me. I want to hear what you have to say. I want to know what you see in your darkness. Or even what you dont see. Talking may not change anything. But if you need an ear, Im interested.
Hey there, I’m familiar with these types of feelings.
If you’d like to talk with someone, even just idle chatter, feel free to shoot me an email (click ‘Edit’ on your post and you can find my address in the comments section).
Wishing you well.
That would be… good, I think. It’s harder for me than it ought to be. Should I e-mail? Lol I have to ask first before I do anything.