I feel so drained and "over" - like it is too late and I just need to stop fighting it and allow this thing to sweep me away and get it over with.
I feel like just allowing it all to end step by step. I like this term:
Going Dark - definition:
Slang term in the intelligence world which means you go silent. You don't speak or communicate with anyone for a given period on time. It is a way of protecting yourself from someone who would do you harm.
I am so close to doing that - literally in the sense I barely scrape together enough each month to keep up with my basic bills - and I'm one bill away from being without phone and Internet. One tank of gas away from being stranded. One installment on my car insurance away from being unable to drive. Unable to drive means lose my job because it is far too long of a commute to walk it or bike it, and this city is about dead last in public transportation of all of the major urban areas in the US.
You get the picture. Go dark as the dominoes fall.
I know I am in a really deep depression. I have stopped doing the things I actually "did right" over the past couple of years such as working out, watching my diet, not drinking Cokr and Mt Dew, socializing with people.
Instead, as of 04/01 my gym membership lapsed because I didn't pay it - and it has gotten to the point it was that or pay something else. I am binge eating on high calorie junk food. - chips, sweets, fried foods, pizza. And drinking HFCS laden soda all day. Gaining weight like crazy.
I either blow people off with short non-answers or just don't respond at all. I've had a number of people ask me directly if I am mad at them, a few ask other people that question about me, "is he mad at me?" And gotten a couple of "are you ok?" emails. No, I am not ok, but I haven't responded back.
I was in training to do a triathlon - not only can't I go to the gym, the thought of just going out for a run or a bike ride on my own, which costs nothing, fills me with a sense almost of dread - I am very afraid of leaving my house unless I need to, which is part of it, but it also is something more, like grief or mourning for what that all meant to me, which was everything.
And I quit taking Prozac cold turkey probably 6 weeks ago. WTF, why not? It was just prolonging the whole thing by keeping my despair at 6 or 7 instead of 9 or 9 1/2 out of 10.
It's like the path of least resistance - slow motion suicide.
I feel like just allowing it all to end step by step. I like this term:
Going Dark - definition:
Slang term in the intelligence world which means you go silent. You don't speak or communicate with anyone for a given period on time. It is a way of protecting yourself from someone who would do you harm.
I am so close to doing that - literally in the sense I barely scrape together enough each month to keep up with my basic bills - and I'm one bill away from being without phone and Internet. One tank of gas away from being stranded. One installment on my car insurance away from being unable to drive. Unable to drive means lose my job because it is far too long of a commute to walk it or bike it, and this city is about dead last in public transportation of all of the major urban areas in the US.
You get the picture. Go dark as the dominoes fall.
I know I am in a really deep depression. I have stopped doing the things I actually "did right" over the past couple of years such as working out, watching my diet, not drinking Cokr and Mt Dew, socializing with people.
Instead, as of 04/01 my gym membership lapsed because I didn't pay it - and it has gotten to the point it was that or pay something else. I am binge eating on high calorie junk food. - chips, sweets, fried foods, pizza. And drinking HFCS laden soda all day. Gaining weight like crazy.
I either blow people off with short non-answers or just don't respond at all. I've had a number of people ask me directly if I am mad at them, a few ask other people that question about me, "is he mad at me?" And gotten a couple of "are you ok?" emails. No, I am not ok, but I haven't responded back.
I was in training to do a triathlon - not only can't I go to the gym, the thought of just going out for a run or a bike ride on my own, which costs nothing, fills me with a sense almost of dread - I am very afraid of leaving my house unless I need to, which is part of it, but it also is something more, like grief or mourning for what that all meant to me, which was everything.
And I quit taking Prozac cold turkey probably 6 weeks ago. WTF, why not? It was just prolonging the whole thing by keeping my despair at 6 or 7 instead of 9 or 9 1/2 out of 10.
It's like the path of least resistance - slow motion suicide.