I’m just physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted almost 24/7. I barely have any motivation to do anything, not even to move around. It’s getting worse and worse, and I’m falling so fast it’s scary. It’s a struggle to get through each day. I don’t know what to do. I’m in therapy, I have resources, I have support, but…? I don’t know, it doesn’t help. Even now, typing this, my eyes hurt so much and I know I need to sleep but I’m too sad to move. There’s also the problem where I’m paranoid that there’s something watching me when I’m in my room at night and in certain places in the house, even with lights on, so I avoid going to bed for as long as I can. I’m so fucking tired of everything. I hate myself for being like this, I hate myself for being so fucking depressed. My counselor’s already suggested medication a couple of times, and so has my mom but not as nice as my counselor did, but I don’t feel like I need medication. I’m fine. That’s a lie, I’m obviously not fine. I don’t even know where I’m going with this post, it’s my first one and I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t want to feel tired anymore. Even if I get a good and full night’s sleep, I still wake up feeling extremely tired and it continues all day. I thought I was ending this post but apparently not. I want to die.
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Thank you so much for sharing. Why not try medicine? Worst case scenario: it doesn’t work. Better case scenario: you stop feeling like people are watching you. Best case scenario: you feel much better.
True story: I went through a time where I was terrified to touch my research folders. Bad news for a researcher. About once a month I would force myself to touch them because I had to do the data entry for the researchers. This went on for months. I was terrified of the pile of green folders. After some very unfortunate events I was forced to go on depekote. I thought my life was over.
but is was just beginning. For the first time in my life I could just do the fucking data entry. I didn’t have to compulsively click my teeth. I could simply do my job. And I learned for the first time ever what it was like to just breath and be what passed for normal in my life.
Why not try the medicine?
My thoughts are like hazy’s….why not try it? If it works, and life becomes better, won’t it be worth it?