I feel like I’m nearing the end. I am trying my hardest to hold on. I started cutting. I’m drinking and oversleeping again.
I tried to talk to my therapist but she mentioned something about ‘not losing my license’ and the deep sighing is all starting to make me feel like she’s frustrated with me.
I am certain no one dislikes me more than I dislike myself. When I feel that someone I respect becomes irritated with me then I just embrace self-hate that much more.
If your own shrink is done with you then why would I keep trying?
I want to be happy. I want to be ‘like I used to be’. I want to be excited about the future.
I looked/called about decent psych hospitals (went to a shitty one in Aug) in my area. I guess this is my last ditch effort to try to save me.
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Your therapist should never sigh in front of you. That’s totally unprofessional. It’s her issue not yours. Looking for a decent hospital sounds like a good plan. I was drinking really heavily over the last few weeks which causes suicidal thoughts the next day. I was going to check myself into a hospital that I was in a few years ago because they treated me really well and I felt I needed to be in a controlled environment and get the support available there, instead of hanging out by myself drinking.
Thank you for the reply. I appreciate your validating comments.
You are right about drinking and the negative effects afterward. It’s one of my ‘go to’ solutions – besides out-of-control on-line shopping (I have shit still in boxes that I got in the mail days ago), now cutting, over-sleeping, over-eating, killing my brain cells with mindless tv….
I know I’m on a down-hill slope.
I have no one for support and it’s my own doing/fault. I suppose it’s a subconscious thought of ‘no one will miss me if I’m not in their life while I’m alive’. I hope that makes sense.
Thanks again.
Drop that therapist… seems like a crappy one, letting out a sigh in front of a patient is something that should never be done, he/she should know better… you should be done with him/her instead of thinking it’s the other way around. Drinking does affect you in a bad way… over sleeping just takes hours out of your day but it’s not a bad way to cope with things (doesn’t harm you in the long run)… i can relate with the letting people out by the way, when i was planning my way out, one of the first things i did was shut almost everybody out of my life so they wouldn’t be hurt when i was gone… so it does make sense.
Good luck with the hospital thing, that sounds like a good effort… if it takes long to find a good one go to another therapist in the meantime… the one you are seeing kinda sucks.
I watched this fucked up movie called Happiness, in which the main character, a therapist, had murderous dreams every night of walking through a park with an AK-47, shooting everyone with a happy smile on his face. He saw a therapist, himself. I think people underestimate the ability for therapists to be just as nuts as their patients are. Probably because they’re therapists.
if you’re depressed and/or in crisis, don’t drink alone, or even at all… unless of course you just really want to feel worse.
I tend to think that most people (especially those/we who are suicidally depressed), are not quite fond of feeling worse… so it’s perplexing to me, how so many of them seem to continue knowingly doing things to cause themselves to suffer more, unnecessarily.
Maybe it all comes down to the “right” or “better” choices being too difficult.
Try to distract yourself when you don’t feel like dealing with it, but allow yourself some breaks from the distractions, to have time to attempt to work through it all, when you feel like you might be able. The goal is to reach a maintainable state of emotional fortitude and stability, so that even if you’re still depressed, you’ll be able to manage it. Some of us never quite get there.
@clevername: It might not be that making different choices is difficult, but that making the same choices is familiar – change is an unknown factor. For all anyone knows, making, “right,” choices won’t help in the long-run. But it might help, by that same token. It’s impossible to know in advance. However, making the same choices (“knowingly doing things to cause themselves to suffer more, unnecessarily”), will yield a predictable outcome.
The drinking absolutely kills me too, i definitely suggest you to stop. There’s not only a psychological kind of mood twist implied, there’s also some physical and actual reaction that encourage depression. Whatever.
I follow you in the pursuit of happiness, with all the power of resignation and all the shortage of strenght.
After kindergarten they gave me a degree on which there was written:
Will you make a fortune?
Will you straighten up all the wrong things on earth?
We don’t know it. We can just wish you the best.
fuck your therapist, she’s only a human being
your life is what counts
it’s not your own fault if you have no support system (unless you’ve done truly atrocious things to those around you, something which i doubt)
what is this ‘not losing my license, and sighing’ bullshit ? she’s a therapist: her responsibility is to her patients: if she wants to be a psychopath, let her go work on wall street
so if you know, your choices are: continue doing the same things that you KNOW, WILL continue your misery… or choose something different and “unknown,” that “may or may not” still result in misery… you know what to do. “Definitely Not” versus “Maybe.”
And if you choose to continue doing the same things you know make you miserable, instead of “rolling the dice” on almost literally /anything else/, then you must not be that miserable. If you’re unwilling to even attempt to reduce your own misery by making a different choice, or choosing a different action, then it’s ridiculous to claim to be “suicidal.”
I maintain my stance that, the only acceptable basis for not choosing something different, is in the situation when all known available choices will either not reduce your misery, or will actually worsen it, predictably (and you also have to be somewhat capable of reasonably accurate predictions, based on observing actual facts, and understanding how they relate…).
When potential for improvement is removed, and only futility and potential/probable increased detriment remain, THEN you should accept that things are as good (or least bad) as they’re going to get, and try to keep it that way… unless, of course, “as good as it gets” is also unbearable and intolerable… at which point you have to decide whether you’ll keep going “just because it’s not worse,” or “just because other people might be sad if you end it early,” or… Not.
Is it really /that/ bad? Is it /really/ that bad? Make sure you try your best to know what you really have, before just throwing it away. I can’t insist it will ever get better, but i can assure everyone that getting better almost always carries the requirement of effort to make it better. You have to be tired enough of the way things are, to want them to change and get better, badly enough, to actually do something, many things, about it.
“if you want it done right, do it yourself.”
I think it’s a weird dichotomy I struggle with while also seeing others struggling with the same things – we all talk about it differently, too. In the past, I’ve just steam-rolled problems like this, smashing my way through any obstacle with the casual grace of an enraged rhinoceros, but I think I’m tired from all the crazy people around me all the time. Makes doing anything 10x more arduous.
^ exactly dude. You can only sustain heroic determination for so long. Eventually we’re all just biological organisms who wear out due to repeated stresses, which often serves to facilitate the decline of our natural regenerative properties so many of us take for granted in our youth.
I think every problem does have a solution to restore equilibrium, it’s just a matter of finding it. Right now, I feel like I’m a marmoset in a cage in a zoo or something, and I’m frustrated at trying to pick the locks with branches i found. I’m hoping I can find a paperclip somewhere. Then I can turn back into a figurative rhinoceros and smash stuff again. I feel a little nuts when I mix my metaphors, but it’s just so much fun to do.