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What do I do
I suffer from executive dysfunction but there is no treatment for it. I’m 55 I highly doubt cognitive behavioral therapy can help me at my age. I’ve been on permanent disability for major depressive disorder for about a decade now. I noticed I don’t have a learning disability since I was tested and the result showed that I have above average intelligence yet I couldn’t finish college even after 9 years of trying. I liked going but I just couldn’t get myself to do homework assignments or big projects like for my sociology class we had to write a 30 page paper on a topic of our choice and to help me out the professor, who was so kind, suggested I go door to door in my neighborhood and do a survey of some kind. As she was suggesting it I pictured myself in my mind attempting it and I thought to myself there is no way I’m doing that. Right after class I withdrew from that course and since it was required by my college for my major, I also decided to change majors. Thinking back to that time makes me wonder why I didn’t of suicide more often when I was in college because I changed my major like people change their underwear. I was lost so badly and you would think there would have been college counselors or something in the computer that would see a red flag or students who seem lost and offer some kind of help. Level the playing field. We put ramps in for those in wheelchairs could the school day that I can get take home tests or at least more time or someone who will assist me with assignments because I just avoided anything that I didn’t find appealing.
Going over it now it makes me feel like I want to die. Nobody gave a shit about me and my dad paid a lot of money to the school. On my tombstone I want it to have my name and then say this if it can be fitted on it: He lived a lifetime of underachievement before dying from a self inflicted gunshot wound to the head.
I figure that captures the essence of what a waste of time my life was. I think a lot about suicide and if only it was easy to do.
Going over it now it makes me feel like I want to die. Nobody gave a shit about me and my dad paid a lot of money to the school. On my tombstone I want it to have my name and then say this if it can be fitted on it: He lived a lifetime of underachievement before dying from a self inflicted gunshot wound to the head.
I figure that captures the essence of what a waste of time my life was. I think a lot about suicide and if only it was easy to do.