PlainJane
Moderator
I know this is not very coherent, and lacks flow. I can't express myself they way I need to, so I am just giving you what I can.
I don't know how to do this anymore. I have been trying really hard to live, trying to want to live. No dice. Up until now, I have been able to lean on the idea that I couldn't do anything drastic because of the kiddo. I feel so reckless and dangerous. That part gives me happy chemicals, but it's running its course. I am struggling to buying into the 'it gets better' shit. I have changed my environment, and broke routines. I started classes awhile back, it helped for a minute, now I am bored. Ultimately, I can't figure out why I would like to stick around other than I am supposed to. Obviously, that wont cut it. I don't know what I need in order to address this.
My therapist has been inconsistent, not that it matters I need a new one anyway. I haven't been able to find another one in the tiny place I am located, so I have kept this one because at least it's a check in. The last couple months our sessions have been cancelled with the exception of one. Defeats the purpose really.
It's like a race, where there are aid stations to refuel. They're markers in my head breaking the run down into smaller more digestible chunks. Instead of looking at having to make it to the finish line, I just have to make it to the next aid. I have run out of road. I don't know where my next marker is, and I don't particularly care about it anymore. Does that make sense?
I don't know what I am looking for, and I know there are threads addressing similar things. I know I don't want to be fed bullshit, but I am missing something because this isn't sustainable.
I don't know how to do this anymore. I have been trying really hard to live, trying to want to live. No dice. Up until now, I have been able to lean on the idea that I couldn't do anything drastic because of the kiddo. I feel so reckless and dangerous. That part gives me happy chemicals, but it's running its course. I am struggling to buying into the 'it gets better' shit. I have changed my environment, and broke routines. I started classes awhile back, it helped for a minute, now I am bored. Ultimately, I can't figure out why I would like to stick around other than I am supposed to. Obviously, that wont cut it. I don't know what I need in order to address this.
My therapist has been inconsistent, not that it matters I need a new one anyway. I haven't been able to find another one in the tiny place I am located, so I have kept this one because at least it's a check in. The last couple months our sessions have been cancelled with the exception of one. Defeats the purpose really.
It's like a race, where there are aid stations to refuel. They're markers in my head breaking the run down into smaller more digestible chunks. Instead of looking at having to make it to the finish line, I just have to make it to the next aid. I have run out of road. I don't know where my next marker is, and I don't particularly care about it anymore. Does that make sense?
I don't know what I am looking for, and I know there are threads addressing similar things. I know I don't want to be fed bullshit, but I am missing something because this isn't sustainable.