HistoryloverSenior Contributor
Tough day today, but there's always tomorrow.
Hey guys, I'm feeling really low and just needed to know that someone is here when I reach out. I don't know where to turn next. I have been doing a course of study, as many will know, but feel that it has run its course. I found out that I 'could have been a contender' and that is a good lesson to learn, but I don't think I can continue. I've really had quite enough. I'm just not enjoying it anymore and it's beginning to feel like a waste of time. I can't help but feel that it is all just a money-making business.
I try to join social groups, but as the newcomer when everyone else knows everyone's business already, I am always milked for private details and that doesn't sit comfortably with me. I value and respect my privacy and show the same to others, but I can't take anymore efforts at failure. Believe me, I have already tried everything. I want to live but the mess that has been made of my life stymies me at every point. If it was possible to get out of this mess, I would have found it. I have tried everything.
I can't live with the memories of what has been done to me. It just makes me perennially sad. I can't reconcile love with hate, gratitude with contempt—for my parents, my daughters, my family, my sibs, my ex-psy...I guess there was never going to be a life worth living for me. I've only ever been the means to others' ends, and my ex-psy then inflicted his mortal wound.
I made an appointment with a psychiatrist for next month. I thought one or two appointments should be enough for me to vent this accumulated distress. It is back in the same clinic that I started this...whatever should I call it?...'journey' so many decades ago. It just seems like the closing of a circuit. I have thought of cancelling it, but I don't seem to have any other options. It used to be just a converted little house, but these days it is a multistorey business. Perhaps I should have bought shares?🤔
I don't know what to do to prolong this agony. I wanted to live a life worth living. I have spent my life doing my best for everyone and being taken for granted. They say that there is help out there, but there isn't. I just recount all of this trauma over and over, then go home and continue living it. What's the point? No-one can change my circumstances.
No private emails, please. I'm safe.
I just needed to vent this anguish to the only friends I've ever had. I'm feeling so very sad.