I hope you don't mind me responding... If I'm feeling great, then I try to take advantage and call at least one or two of my friends.. but for the most part, I max out at making a phone call every other day. The most Ill get out to see anyone is once a week, and I try if possible to see as many people as I can at a time because it may be another week or two before I can do that again. This has been pretty standard for me, even before my meltdown when I sought help, so over the years, my closest friends just know that they may not hear from me for a week or two. Made it very hard to make new friends though.
Now, when things started to get incredibly tough for me, it started moving out to a month, two months, and when the worried calls and texts would start coming in, I would feel so guilty and like such a disappointment for not being able to do this one little thing, that I would end up avoiding calling back to put off hearing how upset / worried / angry everyone was with me for not staying in touch. And I would promise to give a warning if I'm going to fall off, but realized that is hard to plan for because even I don't get warning.
One friend of mine was so upset, that she cried on the phone for over an hour telling me how I don't understand how much she needs me to be there, and that she wants to be there for me. I know it wasn't her intention, but I came away from it feeling like a complete failure as a friend, as a person, and in my head, at that very moment..well for a long while after...I felt like everyone would be better off without me in their life, I was a burden hurting everyone around me all because I couldn't deal. And it ended up being a part of the reason I completely shut myself away from everyone for close to 8 months. About 5 months in, everyone was calling and emailing my daughter. She told me at first, and then stopped because she could tell it was making me feel even worse.
I just wanted to pack up and leave, start fresh in a new place where no one knows me and no one I know can find me, then just hole up and never be any ones problem again. And probably would have if I had the money to move. But thankfully I didn't...it was around this time that I realized I had a serious problem I couldn't solve on my own and ended up started therapy. A lot of people did give up on me and decide it just wasn't worth it, but I'm grateful for the ones who welcomed me back. And I found out that even though my daughter wasn't replying to everyone personally, she would every few weeks put a post on FB saying we were okay, and I would get back to everyone eventually.
I'm sorry this is so long... I guess I just wanted to say, at least from this side of the fence and my personal experience, I hated myself, for what I was doing and how it was affecting the people I cared about. And that whole thing had me going to some really dark places at times to which I can only say, thank goodness I have my daughter, because when I had my moments where I rationalized everyone was better off without me, I was rational enough to know my daughter absolutely would not be.
And now, that I am past that point, at least at the moment and for awhile now, I'm thinking clearly enough to see how twisted it is that people caring about me and wanting to reach out to me, had me feeling like they were better off without me. I cant even explain that train of thought because it just doesn't make any sense. But for almost 8 months, that was my reality and something I struggled with every single day. Its not personal at all, it had nothing to do with not wanting to see or talk to anyone, I just couldn't...and I am pretty sure of it that if anyone I knew, had any clue what was going through my mind all that time they would have sent the police to do a safety check. But no one knows where I live so....