Im depressed, and Im depressed about it...
Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 12:11 pm
I feel silly saying I'm depressed. But it's true, all the signs are there. I don't care about how I look, I lost interest in things I used to enjoy, I cry over the stupidest stuff, or get mad for no reason. I either sleep and eat alot or not at all. I don't want to be around people, I feel the world is against me, and I have nothing to offer it. I feel useless and worthless and ugly and unloved and forgotten.
I think quite often, wouldn't everyone be better off if I wasn't around, they would be better off without me around bringing them down. I have even decided on my method of suicide, if I ever get to the point I am brave enough to do it.
I feel silly, because, I know it's not true. My family loves me, I have friends that care. I would be missed. But more often than not, I just feel bad. It's not like I have a hard life either. I feel guilty for feeling bad, when so many others have it so much worse. I get sick, once the anxiety sets in I can't stop the flood of pain that comes with it. The stomach aches, nausea, migraines, back aches. and they last for a week!
My life may not be hard or even bad, but what I've done with my life makes me feel bad. I feel like I'm doing nothing but throwing it away. I have made bad decisions, got addicted to things that are damaging. I've quit school, twice. I go out of my way to make sure people are happy, not me.
I try to change, but it's hard. You can't always see the forest for the trees, till you hit one!
I hate myself for not being what I expected to be by now. Im 33, and I haven't accomplished much. I haven't even been able to get married or have a kid, like most of my classmates. I spent my 20's with one person, working, and partying was all I did. By the time I was 29, I wanted to grow up and have a real career and think about a family.
I decided to change my whole life, start over. I started a good job, left the guy I was with for 11 years. we were engaged for a year, but I decided he wasn't the guy I wanted for a husband or father of my children. He was addicted to pot, and wanted to be a musician.
I began to feel like I had control of my life for the first time, and was beginning to have confidence.
But I started having problems with my cool new job, and I got envolved with another guy, too soon after my breakup, I realize now. I quit that job, and my boyfriend, turned fiance, and I struggled to make ends meet. To add to the stress he has a son, and a ex baby-momma he has to deal with.
I love my fiance and his son, and wouldn't take back meeting him. things have been rough for us, but he has been there for me all the way. When I wanted to give up, he pushed me to keep going.
But no matter how supportive he was, the fact that I "ruined" all our plans, by quitting my job, made me spiral into a deeper depression. He wanted to leave me, cause I just couldn't care anymore, I didn't even want to try anymore. He made me realise what I was doing to us and myself.
I still feel like crap every other day or so, but at least now I'm trying. Being shut up alone, except for a toddler, for a year really messes with ya. Oh, and I lost my only and best friend, we worked together, and she quit and walked out, I told her off about it and we haven't spoke since.
So I felt like I had no friends, and my family doesn't call me voluntarily. I really felt alone, unneeded, and unwanted for a long time.
Now I just take one day at a time. I don't expect to be happy, and I try not to worry about what other people think. I do my best, and am trying to put myself out there around people again. I was told I wasn't the warmest person I used to be. But people have hurt me and I put up walls so I don't get hurt again. But again I realized, shutting out your family isn't good. Even if they don't really understand, at least they will always be there. Mine is, and I need to remember that.
I think quite often, wouldn't everyone be better off if I wasn't around, they would be better off without me around bringing them down. I have even decided on my method of suicide, if I ever get to the point I am brave enough to do it.
I feel silly, because, I know it's not true. My family loves me, I have friends that care. I would be missed. But more often than not, I just feel bad. It's not like I have a hard life either. I feel guilty for feeling bad, when so many others have it so much worse. I get sick, once the anxiety sets in I can't stop the flood of pain that comes with it. The stomach aches, nausea, migraines, back aches. and they last for a week!
My life may not be hard or even bad, but what I've done with my life makes me feel bad. I feel like I'm doing nothing but throwing it away. I have made bad decisions, got addicted to things that are damaging. I've quit school, twice. I go out of my way to make sure people are happy, not me.
I try to change, but it's hard. You can't always see the forest for the trees, till you hit one!
I hate myself for not being what I expected to be by now. Im 33, and I haven't accomplished much. I haven't even been able to get married or have a kid, like most of my classmates. I spent my 20's with one person, working, and partying was all I did. By the time I was 29, I wanted to grow up and have a real career and think about a family.
I decided to change my whole life, start over. I started a good job, left the guy I was with for 11 years. we were engaged for a year, but I decided he wasn't the guy I wanted for a husband or father of my children. He was addicted to pot, and wanted to be a musician.
I began to feel like I had control of my life for the first time, and was beginning to have confidence.
But I started having problems with my cool new job, and I got envolved with another guy, too soon after my breakup, I realize now. I quit that job, and my boyfriend, turned fiance, and I struggled to make ends meet. To add to the stress he has a son, and a ex baby-momma he has to deal with.
I love my fiance and his son, and wouldn't take back meeting him. things have been rough for us, but he has been there for me all the way. When I wanted to give up, he pushed me to keep going.
But no matter how supportive he was, the fact that I "ruined" all our plans, by quitting my job, made me spiral into a deeper depression. He wanted to leave me, cause I just couldn't care anymore, I didn't even want to try anymore. He made me realise what I was doing to us and myself.
I still feel like crap every other day or so, but at least now I'm trying. Being shut up alone, except for a toddler, for a year really messes with ya. Oh, and I lost my only and best friend, we worked together, and she quit and walked out, I told her off about it and we haven't spoke since.
So I felt like I had no friends, and my family doesn't call me voluntarily. I really felt alone, unneeded, and unwanted for a long time.
Now I just take one day at a time. I don't expect to be happy, and I try not to worry about what other people think. I do my best, and am trying to put myself out there around people again. I was told I wasn't the warmest person I used to be. But people have hurt me and I put up walls so I don't get hurt again. But again I realized, shutting out your family isn't good. Even if they don't really understand, at least they will always be there. Mine is, and I need to remember that.