willhealeventually
Silver Member
I recently joined this forum because the things I feel I don’t want to share with anyone in my life. It’s just me with two kids - 1 in college, and another in elementary school. I have one true friend, fir whom I am very grateful. I have some descent colleagues.
This year everything seems to come to a head. My pending divorce and stress about my older son’s college tuition pushed me into CPTSD full bore.
All I want to do is sleep. I barely show up for work. All my ex talks about to my kid is his girlfriend. I feel replaced, broken, a nobody. I want nothing except for the pain to stop, but it doesn’t.
I don’t sleep well. My bulimia from years ago has returned. My desire to die is too pronounced to ignore. Yes I’m in therapy and on medication. However, my ability to function is slipping away. And I hate this. I watch myself degrade. Who could I say this to? And why? Who would care?
I do wish I were dead. No I don’t have any plans. I also feel my hope slipping away.
I couldn’t hold onto anything in my life that I had because I had no idea how damaged I was. There was no playbook.
What I really feel is that I am a walking dead. Sadness in my eyes. No desire for anything. It sucks to relive my abuse, in and out of therapy. It sucks to feel like I drew the short straw.
I may sound like I feel sorry for myself, but I actually just loath my life. I see no light, just an endless tunnel.
This year everything seems to come to a head. My pending divorce and stress about my older son’s college tuition pushed me into CPTSD full bore.
All I want to do is sleep. I barely show up for work. All my ex talks about to my kid is his girlfriend. I feel replaced, broken, a nobody. I want nothing except for the pain to stop, but it doesn’t.
I don’t sleep well. My bulimia from years ago has returned. My desire to die is too pronounced to ignore. Yes I’m in therapy and on medication. However, my ability to function is slipping away. And I hate this. I watch myself degrade. Who could I say this to? And why? Who would care?
I do wish I were dead. No I don’t have any plans. I also feel my hope slipping away.
I couldn’t hold onto anything in my life that I had because I had no idea how damaged I was. There was no playbook.
What I really feel is that I am a walking dead. Sadness in my eyes. No desire for anything. It sucks to relive my abuse, in and out of therapy. It sucks to feel like I drew the short straw.
I may sound like I feel sorry for myself, but I actually just loath my life. I see no light, just an endless tunnel.