Ironically, it's the thought and promise of death...yes, I'm morbid. Sorry.
I have pretty much chronic major depression, and the last 12 months, it kind of looked like this:
- Major depressive episode early last year, leading to time off work for 3 weeks;
- Suicidal and tying rope to the bannister at my home, trying to work up the courage - and not;
- Going back to work and being made to see a psychologist by my boss, which frightened the living daylights out of me as I had vowed after involuntary hospitalisation 4 years ago to never speak to those people again.
- By chance read a book on domestic violence, which sounded all too eerily familiar...to be told by psychologist I was physically and emotionally abused which turned my world upside down;
- Then found out that my dad still hits my mother, so had to go home to confront him about that;
- All of the above running in my head like a video tape on repeat which is stuck for months, wishing I was dead every day, whilst at the same time, still working and pretending to be "fine".
- Then my boss, who had been awesome and a trusted friend (one of 3 people in the world I trusted), fired me for disagreeing with him and he decided he didn't like my personality. This was devastating as work has been my primary coping mechanism since I was a teenager - plus the fact it was literally about my personality, made it even worse.
After that - I can't do it anymore, work was the only thing I know, and now that doesn't "work" anymore. I have no idea what else to do. The closest I had to friends all worked in that company, and now there is no one. I've spent this entire year so far pretty much hiding at home. I don't think I can go back into the "world" at large, because it will all be the same.
At this point, literally every aspect of life is shattered. I don't think I have the energy or spirit left to pick it all up and start all over again. There's only so many times you can expect people to do that, surely?
Hiding in the house is not sustainable for much longer, running out of money, but the "world" is so painful and depressing that, I'm left thinking death would be a better option, for people at large, and me.
sorry this is long, and morbid.
I have pretty much chronic major depression, and the last 12 months, it kind of looked like this:
- Major depressive episode early last year, leading to time off work for 3 weeks;
- Suicidal and tying rope to the bannister at my home, trying to work up the courage - and not;
- Going back to work and being made to see a psychologist by my boss, which frightened the living daylights out of me as I had vowed after involuntary hospitalisation 4 years ago to never speak to those people again.
- By chance read a book on domestic violence, which sounded all too eerily familiar...to be told by psychologist I was physically and emotionally abused which turned my world upside down;
- Then found out that my dad still hits my mother, so had to go home to confront him about that;
- All of the above running in my head like a video tape on repeat which is stuck for months, wishing I was dead every day, whilst at the same time, still working and pretending to be "fine".
- Then my boss, who had been awesome and a trusted friend (one of 3 people in the world I trusted), fired me for disagreeing with him and he decided he didn't like my personality. This was devastating as work has been my primary coping mechanism since I was a teenager - plus the fact it was literally about my personality, made it even worse.
After that - I can't do it anymore, work was the only thing I know, and now that doesn't "work" anymore. I have no idea what else to do. The closest I had to friends all worked in that company, and now there is no one. I've spent this entire year so far pretty much hiding at home. I don't think I can go back into the "world" at large, because it will all be the same.
At this point, literally every aspect of life is shattered. I don't think I have the energy or spirit left to pick it all up and start all over again. There's only so many times you can expect people to do that, surely?
Hiding in the house is not sustainable for much longer, running out of money, but the "world" is so painful and depressing that, I'm left thinking death would be a better option, for people at large, and me.
sorry this is long, and morbid.