Hi,
I have had misophonia for over 30 years and psoriasis for nearly as long despite being prescribed immunosuppressants. As a result of arguments with a family member I have attempted to commit suicide twice by overdosing prescription drugs (beta-blockers and sleeping pills which shall remain nameless). On the second attempt late last year I was found by a doctor and taken to hospital where I narrowly avoided being sent to psychiatric hospital. Waking up in a hospital in a Fentanyl induced daze is a peculiar experience, especially being read the riot act for trying to take out my cannula.
As my misophonia and psoriasis are incurable and will probably get worse with age I am in a constant state of despair. I am especially close to my mum but she is very ill and probably won’t realise that I’ve gone. I look like a burns patient due to my psoriasis so meeting ‘Ms Right’ will never happen. My imminent passing won’t financially affect anyone and direct funerals don’t cost much. Recently I stockpiled pills again and plan to avoid the mistake of the last attempt which was being found in a public place. I’ve tried buying the type of pills used by Dignitas but haven’t got enough money to be scammed.
I feel like human dross and keep being reminded that life has passed me by. Misophonia seriously affected my ability to study and all I’ve got for a 5 year stretch at two universities is a graduate degree and a post-graduate diploma which undersell me. Is it normal to feel like this? I’ve been diagnosed with anxiety and depression, can’t sleep, can’t get a job and truly can’t see any point in continuing.
Apologies in advance for seeming negative, but I’m just being truthful about my reality.
Mart
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No need to apologize for anything. We had two people in my close family diagnosed with incurable diseases, one had passed away because of it after fighting with it for few decades, another is still fighting but its progressing and its eating him from the inside because he feels powerless against it. I don’t have any words of wisdom, I just want to wish you a lot of strength in your battles as I have seen what kind of toll it can take on people
You sound normal to me. Your supposed negativity is exceedingly dry. No cuss words even. Your story has reminded me I need to watch The Singing Detective boxed set that my BFF gave me.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Singing_Detective
Note that the author, Dennis Potter, suffered from psoriatic arthropathy and he wrote with a pen tied to his fist.
I have no idea why he felt compelled to write instead of killing himself. I know I certainly wouldn’t want to stick around and I really like to write.
You life is what you make it and yours to do with as you please. Whatever you do I hope you find peace.