Hi. I feel like I can’t breath, like my world is caving in around me. I don’t want to get out of bed, but I have so much work to do. I don’t want to eat, but I know I should. I feel fat and lonely. I feel like I can’t do anything right. I just want to curl up in a ball and never get back up. Sometimes I want to die, sometimes I want to live, if only to experience what life has to throw at me. Sometimes I want to know what I could become later in life. Sometimes I don’t want to be around to see the hell my life could become. I don’t know if I can handle all the pain anymore. I want to keep going, but I don’t know if I can. Maybe I don’t know if I even want to keep going. I don’t know anymore. I don’t know anything anymore.
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Hi! I’m UV.
It’s lovely to meet you…
I feel the same way today. I feel like everything and everyone hates me because I’m so worthless and ugly….
But maybe we aren’t. Maybe we are just different. Maybe the things and people that make us feel this way are the ugly ones. Maybe we belong in another universe. A lovely beautiful one in which we belong in.
I’m struggling too. I can no longer walk, cook for myself, read, or do much of anything… I can hardly sleep sometimes usually I am woken up after 20-30 minutes of very light sleep by nightmares or nightmares with paralysis. I am afraid of people so much so that even going out to get a meal (which is the only thing I can basically do now – eat until very full) frightens me. The only thing I have going for me is I have a job so some money is coming in, but very little. I’d like to quit but a little afraid of quitting because I don’t know what would happen to me should I have all that free time. I used to feel a capable being now I do not even like myself and will probably just live in this empty husk for the rest of my life. I am also afraid of the folk I live with and I get very scared sometimes. I used to be able to walk and cook so I lost some weight before but I haven’t been able to for a year and a half so I am gaining weight back. I lost 70 pounds and gained back at least 10 in that year and a half. I probably gained 5 more. I try not to worry about it because I just hope I won’t reach that point again and I’m still ahead 60 pounds.. but it was different before I was slightly obese but I was still happy then and I didn’t care or even think about my weight because I was happy. Now I am very weak, scared, and depressed so now I compulsively get angry at myself about my gains,
If I can just stay calm and stop worrying then I can commit easy and cool….. I need to stop being so afraid or I’ll never be able to commit…
Lol I think I should have named myself “worst case scenario” hi… im the “later in life” nearing 50 yo suicidal guy. All I can say is… what evet you imagine your life might become… heaven or hell… you’re wrong.
I always imagined I’d get a PhD and be a doctor but all I got was shoved in isolated mental health cells with ladies shoving needles into my skin and put in jail and then plagued by nightmares
Yeah it’s so fcked up. It’s like a roller coaster. No matter how high we go, the lower we get after