florencefiftySenior Contributor
What deep depression reads like. TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide.
I don’t know why, but I enjoy writing these. I have been told that you enjoy reading them.
I don’t have the energy to go all Stephen King on you, but I’ll try.
I’ll put my hands up and admit. I have been suicidal. Passively.
It’s been surrounding me. Literally.
I saw an online post warning people that someone had taken their own lives and that a crime scene was in place. Someone commented asking whether they were talking about a suicide right near their home. The person that wrote the original post said no, he was referring to a different one, meaning that there was two suicides in very close proximity to each other on one night. Very close to my office. I went to work the next day. I felt sick, knowing that two people died overnight.
I can feel it getting closer.
I have been getting worse at work. The other day I came back from my fiteen-minute break ten minutes late. To be fair, I hadn’t had breakfast. I was eating half the time. Shows how well organised I am. I am on the late shift, so my break doesn’t come until almost 12:00PM. My lunch break is at like 2:15PM! I don’t really care if I’m late, I’m not going that damn long without a gigantic bacon and egg roll.
That’s the theme. I don’t care. Does it matter when you die, whether you were a punctual person? Obviously that’s an oversimplification of how I’m thinking, but you know what I mean.
Furthermore, I feel like I fit the bill. If you looked at me, you would think “hmm, he’s not exactly going to be the oldest man alive.”
I feel hopeless. People like to hope for the happy ending, but that’s not always how it happens. It’s not a movie, unfortunately.
I never know how to feel when I hear people describe violent offenders as loners, and people who were bullied as children. That describes me pretty damn well. I don’t have any plans to become a violent offender. That’s not my point. My point is that life doesn’t always work out the way you would hope.
I really need to see my psychologist already…
I’m safe. My suicidality is not the type that would make me an immediate danger to myself. However, life is getting unbearable the way my Depression is now.