blackdogContributor
What's the point?
I don't even feel like writing this. Something inside me says "whats the point?". And I believe that is true. I think people are sick of hearing my stuff and in alot of ways I'm sick of telling it. I also feel that people are too caught up in their own lives to genuinly care. I call lifeline, mensline, beyond blue, SANE and almost any other service that has a helpline but it never seems to help, not for long anyway. These days I've taken to terminating the conversations early because I realise "what's the point?", the person on the other end of the phone doesn't really want to hear this stuff.
I've officially had severe mental illness for 15 years, but I've struggled with anxiety and panic attacks for much longer than that, and the list of diagnoses and speculation about what is going on for me are as long as a coal train. Nobody knows what's beneath it all, least of all me and the more I dig the more confused and lost I get. I feel with each passing day that I become more worthless and less hopefull. I feel doctors, psychiatrists, psychologists just give up and the more the window of hope shrinks, the more desperate I get. I feel the mental health professionals say to themselves "what's the point?".
I haven't held a job in 4 years but I'm still required to look. I don't know how I'm suppose to hold a job when I can't even shower, brush my teeth or cook myself a meal.
Shame and self loathing make up my self esteem, mixed with those general feelings of anger, frustration, irritability, distress, sadness and simply overwhelmed.
I often ask myself why am I like this? Why do I do these things? What's wrong with me!? Why would a child of 12 stick a loaded gun to their head, and why would that child all grown up at 38 still think suicide is a good option and bash their head against a brick wall or say stupid things in front of their two year old child like they were going to take their own life. Yes I had a rocky childhood myself but that doesn't seem to hold some people back. People tell me of the success stories of refugees and other people from tough situations like it's suppose to suddenly snap me out of the place I'm in and I will go on to great things and a happy and fullfilling life. And if you can't "snap out of it" for your kids then what other motivation do you need????
I don't have friends, I don't have family. I live alone and have an AVO against me and can only spend limited time with my children mostly because I can't cope having them for too long.
I don't even know why I'm saying this stuff, I know there's no point, but when you're alone and desperate, I guess you do desperate things for connection and understanding.
I don't even want any replies to this, I'm writing this for myself more than anything and to occupy my time because I can't sleep or concentrate on a book or the TV. Typing this may be better than sitting alone with a ton of guilt on my mind. But after typing this I sit here contemplating hitting cancel, should I share my insane drama with the world..... And "what's the point" even if I do?