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I feel kind of embarrassed and ashamed about this, but it was something I hung on to as if my life depended on it.. or well, it sort of felt like it did.
I know that I should be trying to live for myself and myself alone, but I can't. I can't find the strength to live for myself and I need to have another reason that I consider a good reason. I don't care enough for myself, but if my wellbeing will make someone else happy or feel better, then I will.
I tried living for multiple reasons from simple to big. I tried fighting to live so that I can get a bigger breed dog, decorate my room differently, treating my dog to an expensive treat once in a while or making homemade dog treats, eating a popsicle on a moderately hot day or even on a cold snowy night, to see my art improve, a warm drink on a cold day, etc.
But then I sinked farther into my depression and I can't care for myself. I find it difficult to provide personal hygiene unless my OCD kicks in, which I find to be a paradox sometimes. I have a huge loss in appetite where it's very minimal and only when I feel I absolutely need to. I go to sleep crying and feeling terrible and eventually fall asleep wanting to die, then I wake up and feel sad and cry.
Anyways. My last resort to trying to fight to live was my best friend who I care for so much. She told me, I guess out of desperation, to live for her and for my dog, not for me, but for her. A few months passed and I finally grasped that and I followed through.
One week in particular I was feeling especially depressed and became severely suicidal to the point that I settled on a complex plan and started to act upon it. The plan was only put together because I had a friend I cared about and I wanted her to know it wasn't her fault and that I was deeply sorry.. I hate that it took me a few days, but eventually I realized and grasped on to the fact that if I died I wouldn't be there for her to support her and watch her grow and mature. She was the reason I stopped myself from jumping off a bridge.
Well a few months pass again and especially the last couple months I finally came to the conclusion that I will really try to get better. I will reach out, be more demanding, look for other options, try to get medication, try to help myself so I can help my friend. I knew that what I was doing was a flaw, but I guess, again, it took me a while to realize that and I'm not sure if I realized that too soon or too late.
I really messed up the last week. I couldn't care about anything and my mood dipped or got worse within a week. I turned to edibles to try and feel something to help me escape, but it stressed out my friend. I felt bad that I did and I worked on stopping it as soon as I could. This morning I concluded I will stop and try again to listen to her.
I regret opening up to her about this. I regret opening up that she was the last and only reason I bothered fighting. I regret I didn't realize this sooner. I regret putting it all on her when I shouldn't have. I guess I thought I could count on it being a stable place, but at the same time I was fighting so hard to not stress her. I feel that I deserve this. To feel like I've been shut down. I don't hold this against her as I know it was my wrong doing to consider her a reason to live, but I feel I realized that at a time I wasn't ready.
She proceeded to ask if I, deep down, wanted to change and care for myself. Not for her or anyone, but for myself and I couldn't come up with an answer. I told her I didn't know because I can't focus on bettering myself right now. I needed something else to strive for and for a long time it was to help her however way I can. I felt I was finally doing something right when I decided to try and get better for her. I faced a long term fear I had telling myself to bite my tongue and do it for her. I guess I wasn't and this is what I deserve.
When I told her I wasn't sure she told me that she's not going to bother trying if I don't care to change. I don't blame her, you can only help someone so much if they don't want to get better. I know I'm hard headed, stubborn, stupid, lazy, hypocritical, crude, cold, inconsiderate, and impulsive. I get annoyed with myself I'm surprised she stuck around. I'm being selfish for even feeling pity for myself and complaining, and maybe I shouldn't but I don't know because I really feel like I just lost my last reason to live.
If I take her out of it all and it's just me, then what's the point? I don't care if I die or not. If I die then I won't be here anymore. I don't want my friend to be sad, but if trying to live for her is wrong and I take her out of the equation.. then that leaves no one to care. So why should I bother sticking around?
I know that I should be trying to live for myself and myself alone, but I can't. I can't find the strength to live for myself and I need to have another reason that I consider a good reason. I don't care enough for myself, but if my wellbeing will make someone else happy or feel better, then I will.
I tried living for multiple reasons from simple to big. I tried fighting to live so that I can get a bigger breed dog, decorate my room differently, treating my dog to an expensive treat once in a while or making homemade dog treats, eating a popsicle on a moderately hot day or even on a cold snowy night, to see my art improve, a warm drink on a cold day, etc.
But then I sinked farther into my depression and I can't care for myself. I find it difficult to provide personal hygiene unless my OCD kicks in, which I find to be a paradox sometimes. I have a huge loss in appetite where it's very minimal and only when I feel I absolutely need to. I go to sleep crying and feeling terrible and eventually fall asleep wanting to die, then I wake up and feel sad and cry.
Anyways. My last resort to trying to fight to live was my best friend who I care for so much. She told me, I guess out of desperation, to live for her and for my dog, not for me, but for her. A few months passed and I finally grasped that and I followed through.
One week in particular I was feeling especially depressed and became severely suicidal to the point that I settled on a complex plan and started to act upon it. The plan was only put together because I had a friend I cared about and I wanted her to know it wasn't her fault and that I was deeply sorry.. I hate that it took me a few days, but eventually I realized and grasped on to the fact that if I died I wouldn't be there for her to support her and watch her grow and mature. She was the reason I stopped myself from jumping off a bridge.
Well a few months pass again and especially the last couple months I finally came to the conclusion that I will really try to get better. I will reach out, be more demanding, look for other options, try to get medication, try to help myself so I can help my friend. I knew that what I was doing was a flaw, but I guess, again, it took me a while to realize that and I'm not sure if I realized that too soon or too late.
I really messed up the last week. I couldn't care about anything and my mood dipped or got worse within a week. I turned to edibles to try and feel something to help me escape, but it stressed out my friend. I felt bad that I did and I worked on stopping it as soon as I could. This morning I concluded I will stop and try again to listen to her.
I regret opening up to her about this. I regret opening up that she was the last and only reason I bothered fighting. I regret I didn't realize this sooner. I regret putting it all on her when I shouldn't have. I guess I thought I could count on it being a stable place, but at the same time I was fighting so hard to not stress her. I feel that I deserve this. To feel like I've been shut down. I don't hold this against her as I know it was my wrong doing to consider her a reason to live, but I feel I realized that at a time I wasn't ready.
She proceeded to ask if I, deep down, wanted to change and care for myself. Not for her or anyone, but for myself and I couldn't come up with an answer. I told her I didn't know because I can't focus on bettering myself right now. I needed something else to strive for and for a long time it was to help her however way I can. I felt I was finally doing something right when I decided to try and get better for her. I faced a long term fear I had telling myself to bite my tongue and do it for her. I guess I wasn't and this is what I deserve.
When I told her I wasn't sure she told me that she's not going to bother trying if I don't care to change. I don't blame her, you can only help someone so much if they don't want to get better. I know I'm hard headed, stubborn, stupid, lazy, hypocritical, crude, cold, inconsiderate, and impulsive. I get annoyed with myself I'm surprised she stuck around. I'm being selfish for even feeling pity for myself and complaining, and maybe I shouldn't but I don't know because I really feel like I just lost my last reason to live.
If I take her out of it all and it's just me, then what's the point? I don't care if I die or not. If I die then I won't be here anymore. I don't want my friend to be sad, but if trying to live for her is wrong and I take her out of the equation.. then that leaves no one to care. So why should I bother sticking around?