I feel suicidal. It's hard to say, but there it is. I've said it out loud somewhere for someone to read. I wonder if it's sad that I have to reach out on a forum for help instead of looking to my 'loved ones' to say - hey I feel terrible inside and want to die.
I was diagnosed with PTSD about a month ago. The symptoms have worsened I'd say especially the past week. Last Sunday was the worst it's been. I was supposed to have a makeup Thanksgiving dinner with my parents. I stayed for about an hour and made an excuse to come home. Then laid in bed for hours. Then said tons of horrible, mean sh*t to my boyfriend all day...for no reason. He had done literally nothing to deserve my hateful comments. Random sh*t that I really regret saying. I regret leaving my parents early. But I feel like a tornado, hurricane, tsunami, snow storm sh*t storm inside.
One minute I'm talking myself out of suicide, the next I'm yelling about dishes, the next I'm crying in the bathroom. Physically, I feel like I can't breathe and I'm tensing my muscles all day long. I feel like I just ran a marathon, every single day. I think - just think happy thoughts, life is great, just be happy, it'll go away soon - then I'm fine for an hour. Then even seeing my boyfriend or a co-worker and I want to scream. Or my mom calls and I want to answer the phone "what in the f***k do you want? don't you know I'm at work?!"
It makes no sense. None of this makes any sense. How did that horrible, traumatic thing that happened awhile ago turn me into this?! That was three months ago. I should be fine by now. My boyfriend is fine. My parents have gone through sh*t in their lives. Everyone is happy and normal. Successful, happy, normal citizens. They make it look so easy. Why am I this way?!
At this point, is where I reach the suicidal thoughts again. My life doesn't matter. Life is sh*t anyways. No one would notice or care. There are tons of people in the world, mine is meaningless. David Bowie died and who gives a fk. He was awesome. You're just a meaningless roach. Life is a big bag of sh*t and we all die anyways. No one cares. Your boyfriend and parents would be better off. If you hold on, you're just going to piss them off and be a bi*ch and probably end up alone. Your co-workers don't give a sh*t, just do your job. Just work, just be normal, just be the loving happy self you're expected to be.
And I wake up, and struggle again. Is this normal? Does anyone even remotely feel this way ever? Is holding on really worth it?!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was diagnosed with PTSD about a month ago. The symptoms have worsened I'd say especially the past week. Last Sunday was the worst it's been. I was supposed to have a makeup Thanksgiving dinner with my parents. I stayed for about an hour and made an excuse to come home. Then laid in bed for hours. Then said tons of horrible, mean sh*t to my boyfriend all day...for no reason. He had done literally nothing to deserve my hateful comments. Random sh*t that I really regret saying. I regret leaving my parents early. But I feel like a tornado, hurricane, tsunami, snow storm sh*t storm inside.
One minute I'm talking myself out of suicide, the next I'm yelling about dishes, the next I'm crying in the bathroom. Physically, I feel like I can't breathe and I'm tensing my muscles all day long. I feel like I just ran a marathon, every single day. I think - just think happy thoughts, life is great, just be happy, it'll go away soon - then I'm fine for an hour. Then even seeing my boyfriend or a co-worker and I want to scream. Or my mom calls and I want to answer the phone "what in the f***k do you want? don't you know I'm at work?!"
It makes no sense. None of this makes any sense. How did that horrible, traumatic thing that happened awhile ago turn me into this?! That was three months ago. I should be fine by now. My boyfriend is fine. My parents have gone through sh*t in their lives. Everyone is happy and normal. Successful, happy, normal citizens. They make it look so easy. Why am I this way?!
At this point, is where I reach the suicidal thoughts again. My life doesn't matter. Life is sh*t anyways. No one would notice or care. There are tons of people in the world, mine is meaningless. David Bowie died and who gives a fk. He was awesome. You're just a meaningless roach. Life is a big bag of sh*t and we all die anyways. No one cares. Your boyfriend and parents would be better off. If you hold on, you're just going to piss them off and be a bi*ch and probably end up alone. Your co-workers don't give a sh*t, just do your job. Just work, just be normal, just be the loving happy self you're expected to be.
And I wake up, and struggle again. Is this normal? Does anyone even remotely feel this way ever? Is holding on really worth it?!!!!!!!!!!!!!