I’m back after 2 years. Still the same lonely worthless waste of space I was before. If not worse. Been through the meds and therapy to a point I cannot afford anymore. The only thing that’s changed maybe my determination to end it all. Researched the fastest, painless way to go and even that I cannot afford. Drew up a bucket list and no surprises there…even that doesn’t come cheap.
I’m so sick and tired that I have even dried my washing inside the house to avoid facing the world outside this door. Now I just feel numb. I just want to vanish. I have friends. I have family. I just have nothing to offer anyone. I’m ugly inside and out. I care so much and yet I care about nothing.
I’m not even afraid of gods judgement. All I know is that I want out.
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I’ve also gone to great lengths to avoid facing the outside world. It can turn an already exhausting situation into one that’s even more exhausting, if that’s possible. I’m sorry that things are still rough for you.