Help. I need help. I'm putting it out there to the Universe. I need help. Real help. I don't even know what I need. I posted before but no one replied. Even here, there is no help. No hope.
I've been fighting this for a long time. Living in spite of anxiety, fear, and flashbacks. I'm tired. I'm out of work, running out of money, and no one to help me. The streets are filled with people who weren't helped. I've always known that real help is not available. They drug you. Put you in time out. But no one is working to fix the problems, or if they are then they are shut down by big pharma. It's always about the money. I don't have the energy to be homeless and alone.
First I was in denial. Sure everything is okay, sure I can go back to work whenever I wanted. But now I'm in the middle of anger/bargaining/depression. I'm having constant anxiety and panic attacks. Part of me is worried I'm going to give myself a heart attack. And part of me wishes I would just get one and it would be over. I'm so tired of fighting. For what? For who? I don't have fight left in me. I'm amazed that I lasted this long. I would like to get to acceptance and be able to at least enjoy the time I have left. Find a way to pass on my stories.
It would be nice to just feel like I'm being heard. Is there anyone out there? Or am I talking to the void?
-K
I've been fighting this for a long time. Living in spite of anxiety, fear, and flashbacks. I'm tired. I'm out of work, running out of money, and no one to help me. The streets are filled with people who weren't helped. I've always known that real help is not available. They drug you. Put you in time out. But no one is working to fix the problems, or if they are then they are shut down by big pharma. It's always about the money. I don't have the energy to be homeless and alone.
First I was in denial. Sure everything is okay, sure I can go back to work whenever I wanted. But now I'm in the middle of anger/bargaining/depression. I'm having constant anxiety and panic attacks. Part of me is worried I'm going to give myself a heart attack. And part of me wishes I would just get one and it would be over. I'm so tired of fighting. For what? For who? I don't have fight left in me. I'm amazed that I lasted this long. I would like to get to acceptance and be able to at least enjoy the time I have left. Find a way to pass on my stories.
It would be nice to just feel like I'm being heard. Is there anyone out there? Or am I talking to the void?
-K