K
Kilili
I feel like my life has lost all meaning or purpose. I am so lost and confused, and I feel like I am losing my mind.
I am on Zoloft and Concerta (ADHD). I have been in therapy for two years now, and nothing is changing. I feel like the zoloft is just fake happiness.
I went from being in a severely abusive relationship to this. And by this, I mean that I am so stuck. I am 26 years old. I don't have a license. I don't live on my own, and my therapist recommends that I not try to live on my own. My health is poor. I am terrified of leaving the house. I hate my life. I hate being stuck here. I force myself to go out when I have to, but the agoraphobia continues to get worse and worse. The only thing I live for is my child, and I feel guilty because she deserves a better parent than PTSD mommy.
I do graduate school from home and thats it. I dont even know why I do grad school. I guess because I am hoping to increase the odds of me finding a job that allows me to work from home. And that may never happen because I will probably fail if I cannot get myself to be at least a tiny bit motivated. I have things to do right now, but all I want to do is lay here. As it stands now, I have dragged my laptop into bed with me. Everything in the house is a mess. I don't want to do anything. I don't want to get out of bed. I just want to sit here on my computer or watching Netflix.
And the icing on the disaster that is my life is that I dont feel anything. I rarely ever feel happy, sad, or anything - except for of course, angry, scared, on edge, or angry. I snap at people I love. On some level I must feel guilt, and I allow myself the self-loathing experience of smoking, drinking, sex, and whatever else I can do to try to feel anything but how I feel right now.
My question is: What is the point of living if this is my life? What is the point of waking up everyday only to continuously alienate the people who should matter to you? Going from my horrendous relationship to this is like going from one prison to another. I have no faith in things getting better. As a matter of fact, things continue to get worse. My therapist is now suggesting that I may in fact have type 2 bipolar disorder in addition to the PTSD. Isn't life grand?
I am on Zoloft and Concerta (ADHD). I have been in therapy for two years now, and nothing is changing. I feel like the zoloft is just fake happiness.
I went from being in a severely abusive relationship to this. And by this, I mean that I am so stuck. I am 26 years old. I don't have a license. I don't live on my own, and my therapist recommends that I not try to live on my own. My health is poor. I am terrified of leaving the house. I hate my life. I hate being stuck here. I force myself to go out when I have to, but the agoraphobia continues to get worse and worse. The only thing I live for is my child, and I feel guilty because she deserves a better parent than PTSD mommy.
I do graduate school from home and thats it. I dont even know why I do grad school. I guess because I am hoping to increase the odds of me finding a job that allows me to work from home. And that may never happen because I will probably fail if I cannot get myself to be at least a tiny bit motivated. I have things to do right now, but all I want to do is lay here. As it stands now, I have dragged my laptop into bed with me. Everything in the house is a mess. I don't want to do anything. I don't want to get out of bed. I just want to sit here on my computer or watching Netflix.
And the icing on the disaster that is my life is that I dont feel anything. I rarely ever feel happy, sad, or anything - except for of course, angry, scared, on edge, or angry. I snap at people I love. On some level I must feel guilt, and I allow myself the self-loathing experience of smoking, drinking, sex, and whatever else I can do to try to feel anything but how I feel right now.
My question is: What is the point of living if this is my life? What is the point of waking up everyday only to continuously alienate the people who should matter to you? Going from my horrendous relationship to this is like going from one prison to another. I have no faith in things getting better. As a matter of fact, things continue to get worse. My therapist is now suggesting that I may in fact have type 2 bipolar disorder in addition to the PTSD. Isn't life grand?