Miss_Understood
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Since this is the place to vent I'm gonna vent, I apologize for the novella I'm writing.
I've never had an easy life, my family wasn't the greatest, I got kicked out for being gay at 15, was disowned, had to couch surf and lie to get a job. I've been working since I was 15, mostly in meaningless jobs where I get taken advantage of because I want to please others. I don't want people to feel sorry for me, I don't want sympathy.
I met my wife ten years ago and that was the happiest moment of my life. We've had our ups and downs. I'll get back to that later.
I got attacked at work several years ago, hit over the head, and nearly strangled to death. The police officers didn't take it seriously, handcuffed me and made me make a statement before I was taken to the hospital. Was told if I was straight it wouldn't of happened. I honestly feel like part if me died that day. I didn't deal with my ptsd.
I pretended everything was ok, I drowned my emotional pain in drugs and alcohol. I wouldn't allow myself to feel anything, I felt unworthy, useless, and like I've become a burden to others. I also feel weak for needing help or feeling bad when others have give through much more than I and seem stronger than I am.
These feelings have only gotten worse, and I withdrew to the point my wife had an emotional affair on me because I just wasn't there. This completely crushed me but part of me was happy because I feel like I should be punished. It's like part of me doesn't wanna be loved. I want everyone to hate me as much as I hate myself.
I began taking up to 8 benedryl a night just to help me sleep. I wasn't eating, I was drinking all the time, smoking too much marijuana and pushing myself too hard at work and not admitting I needed help. I finally asked for help and the next day I have two tonic clonic seizures. Had to spend three days in the hospital, got diagnosed with epilepsy, had to stop working as much which makes me feel more worthless than I already feel.
I'm just kind of rambling because I don't know what to do anymore, I feel lost, I feel cheated, I feel stupid for feeling this way at 28, I should have this all figured out. I just don't know what to do anymore. I have so many fears, doubts and concerns. I want to go to school but I am afraid I can't due to my limitations from my problems. I feel like I'm stuck.
I need help.
I feel alone even though my wife is here with me. The night I had a seizure she saved my life because I stopped breathing. Part of wishes she didn't. I feel like I'm not a good person anymore.
Maybe I'm just clinically insane and should be committed...
I'm afraid of getting the help I need because that means I have to face the demons inside me. It's much easier to just let them destroy me.
The sad part is that I know I need help desperately but I don't feel like deserve help, I feel like I deserve nothing.
I've taken so much from other people especially my wife. I'm an awful selfish human devoid of caring.
I hate myself.
I'm become everything I hate, I know I'm no good for anyone the way I am now. I can hardly admit I'm depressed. It's easier to talk on here behind the anonymity of a computer screen than it is for me to admit to the people who've done nothing but love me when I've just shit on them.
I've never had an easy life, my family wasn't the greatest, I got kicked out for being gay at 15, was disowned, had to couch surf and lie to get a job. I've been working since I was 15, mostly in meaningless jobs where I get taken advantage of because I want to please others. I don't want people to feel sorry for me, I don't want sympathy.
I met my wife ten years ago and that was the happiest moment of my life. We've had our ups and downs. I'll get back to that later.
I got attacked at work several years ago, hit over the head, and nearly strangled to death. The police officers didn't take it seriously, handcuffed me and made me make a statement before I was taken to the hospital. Was told if I was straight it wouldn't of happened. I honestly feel like part if me died that day. I didn't deal with my ptsd.
I pretended everything was ok, I drowned my emotional pain in drugs and alcohol. I wouldn't allow myself to feel anything, I felt unworthy, useless, and like I've become a burden to others. I also feel weak for needing help or feeling bad when others have give through much more than I and seem stronger than I am.
These feelings have only gotten worse, and I withdrew to the point my wife had an emotional affair on me because I just wasn't there. This completely crushed me but part of me was happy because I feel like I should be punished. It's like part of me doesn't wanna be loved. I want everyone to hate me as much as I hate myself.
I began taking up to 8 benedryl a night just to help me sleep. I wasn't eating, I was drinking all the time, smoking too much marijuana and pushing myself too hard at work and not admitting I needed help. I finally asked for help and the next day I have two tonic clonic seizures. Had to spend three days in the hospital, got diagnosed with epilepsy, had to stop working as much which makes me feel more worthless than I already feel.
I'm just kind of rambling because I don't know what to do anymore, I feel lost, I feel cheated, I feel stupid for feeling this way at 28, I should have this all figured out. I just don't know what to do anymore. I have so many fears, doubts and concerns. I want to go to school but I am afraid I can't due to my limitations from my problems. I feel like I'm stuck.
I need help.
I feel alone even though my wife is here with me. The night I had a seizure she saved my life because I stopped breathing. Part of wishes she didn't. I feel like I'm not a good person anymore.
Maybe I'm just clinically insane and should be committed...
I'm afraid of getting the help I need because that means I have to face the demons inside me. It's much easier to just let them destroy me.
The sad part is that I know I need help desperately but I don't feel like deserve help, I feel like I deserve nothing.
I've taken so much from other people especially my wife. I'm an awful selfish human devoid of caring.
I hate myself.
I'm become everything I hate, I know I'm no good for anyone the way I am now. I can hardly admit I'm depressed. It's easier to talk on here behind the anonymity of a computer screen than it is for me to admit to the people who've done nothing but love me when I've just shit on them.
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