Bill Dickerson
Gold Member
I've been spiraling down for the last couple of months. I thought I had a plan but it seems to be falling apart. I seem to to be losing my direction and falling further and further into that abyss.
Thought I was going to be able to move with my Mom to the country but it feels like I'm going backwards. The more I move in that direction the more she seems to move away from it. I've had it worked out in detail. I thought I would have a place to be. Somewhere quiet. She only says she will move for short periods of time. I think it just because she doesn't know what else to say.
I don't think I can pretend anymore that it will happen. It was all that seemed to keep me going. A goal felt good but the harder I try the further away it seems. The pretending isn't enough to sustain me anymore. In the Spring I had hopes. I was spending my money to fix up the house for selling and I had a purpose. Now I try every so often to do something but my heart is no longer into it. It seems I just stay in bed more and more. Now the little money I have been able to save I've had to use to keep my Sister her Husband and Granddaughter in food and housing.
I even did the last ditch thing of trying a gofundme site but nobody wants to help a mean old ex-cop who doesn't get along with anybody. Can't blame them I guess.
I have to take care of my Mom so I'm kind of stuck. Of course she is the reason I have a roof over my head. Disability doesn't pay enough for me to exist on my own. When's she's gone I won't even have a roof over my head.
Suicide isn't an option it's too hurtful for everyone except me but I sometimes wish I just wouldn't wake up. I'm tired just tired of the struggle. I'd be mad a G-d but I doubt it would help me feel any better. I'm tired of being angry and I'm tired of pretending not to be.
Thought I was going to be able to move with my Mom to the country but it feels like I'm going backwards. The more I move in that direction the more she seems to move away from it. I've had it worked out in detail. I thought I would have a place to be. Somewhere quiet. She only says she will move for short periods of time. I think it just because she doesn't know what else to say.
I don't think I can pretend anymore that it will happen. It was all that seemed to keep me going. A goal felt good but the harder I try the further away it seems. The pretending isn't enough to sustain me anymore. In the Spring I had hopes. I was spending my money to fix up the house for selling and I had a purpose. Now I try every so often to do something but my heart is no longer into it. It seems I just stay in bed more and more. Now the little money I have been able to save I've had to use to keep my Sister her Husband and Granddaughter in food and housing.
I even did the last ditch thing of trying a gofundme site but nobody wants to help a mean old ex-cop who doesn't get along with anybody. Can't blame them I guess.
I have to take care of my Mom so I'm kind of stuck. Of course she is the reason I have a roof over my head. Disability doesn't pay enough for me to exist on my own. When's she's gone I won't even have a roof over my head.
Suicide isn't an option it's too hurtful for everyone except me but I sometimes wish I just wouldn't wake up. I'm tired just tired of the struggle. I'd be mad a G-d but I doubt it would help me feel any better. I'm tired of being angry and I'm tired of pretending not to be.