Changing4Best
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I'm Bipolar as well as CPTSD, also have one serious suicide attempt in my past. So this is dangerous to be thinking these thoughts at all.
I am paying for my cremation, and when it is completed, then the thought has been there that I would want to "go." Life is too tough sometimes, as I have a chronic physical illness also, called Lyme Disease (which you get from a tick bite). I have had it 4 times, the first 2 times it was not diagnosed or treated properly, so it became chronic.
There are few good Dr.s in this area, so I don't have a Dr. to treat the physical illness, and the CDC has recently denied that it is a chronic condition, which makes getting treatment for it darned near impossible, as I am poor and cannot afford to pay for my own treatments, as insurance now has won that battle with the CDC, making it something that "does not exist" and therefore, "does not need to be treated."
All my life, since 1990, I have been treated for it with high dose long duration antibiotics periodically. I am on antibiotics now, for a sinus infection. The 1st one they gave me didn't even work, so I had to go back to the Dr. to get another stronger antibiotic. I think it is working, but slowly....
Back to the depression. I hate being sick. I hate being Bipolar. I HATE being CPTSD. Life sucks and I want "out." But then I think of my niece and nephew. They love me and need me. Then I think of my pets, they need me. If I died, it would probably take quite some time for my remains to be found. In the meantime, my pets would die, which causes me to stop and think, at least.
I have friends. I have a job. My client needs me.
But *I* don't need me. I don't want me. I hate emotions. I hate feeling depressed. I hate life.
I don't have a plan. I don't want to have a plan. Thankfully.
I just wish life were not so HARD!!! I am exhausted. Yet I must go on....
Thanks for reading. Thanks for caring, if you do.
I am paying for my cremation, and when it is completed, then the thought has been there that I would want to "go." Life is too tough sometimes, as I have a chronic physical illness also, called Lyme Disease (which you get from a tick bite). I have had it 4 times, the first 2 times it was not diagnosed or treated properly, so it became chronic.
There are few good Dr.s in this area, so I don't have a Dr. to treat the physical illness, and the CDC has recently denied that it is a chronic condition, which makes getting treatment for it darned near impossible, as I am poor and cannot afford to pay for my own treatments, as insurance now has won that battle with the CDC, making it something that "does not exist" and therefore, "does not need to be treated."
All my life, since 1990, I have been treated for it with high dose long duration antibiotics periodically. I am on antibiotics now, for a sinus infection. The 1st one they gave me didn't even work, so I had to go back to the Dr. to get another stronger antibiotic. I think it is working, but slowly....
Back to the depression. I hate being sick. I hate being Bipolar. I HATE being CPTSD. Life sucks and I want "out." But then I think of my niece and nephew. They love me and need me. Then I think of my pets, they need me. If I died, it would probably take quite some time for my remains to be found. In the meantime, my pets would die, which causes me to stop and think, at least.
I have friends. I have a job. My client needs me.
But *I* don't need me. I don't want me. I hate emotions. I hate feeling depressed. I hate life.
I don't have a plan. I don't want to have a plan. Thankfully.
I just wish life were not so HARD!!! I am exhausted. Yet I must go on....
Thanks for reading. Thanks for caring, if you do.