2qwertySenior Contributor
It's not sustainable
I'm at work, after yet another meltdown. Fists hitting the desk, tears, anger...over a stupid mistake. I just wanted it to go well, I put so much into it and I still failed. Yet AGAIN.
Every month, the same thing, just in new and creative ways.
There's no hope or chance, I can't break away from this rage, loss, sadness...frustration.
I'm so sad. I can't leave my job, because the fabricated drama, the sabotage I stick together to keep myself trapped and lost, it'll eventually go away...only to be replaced by the next thing, in a months time. It's all so forgettable, but in the moment so monumental.
I don't have it in me anymore, I can't be employed anymore. I can't move on to a new job and do the same things I'm doing now. I don't have the strength to leave and expose myself again. I'm not a whole person. I'm the scraps. How can I go on? What do I even do now, it's clear I cannot be a human being anymore.
I'm so tired. So fecking tired. A holday won't fix this. People just faff it off and say "it's not worth your mental health" and it's so stupid. That means nothing to me, it's already impacted me and broken me, and you're seeing the aftermath. Don't tell me it's not worth it cause I've already had the meltdown. You're the cause of this, too, YOU hurt me, as much as I hurt myself.
I don't have the strength or courage to end it all. But I'm in that week window I get every month where I consider the possibility. Wondering if I were just a little further gone, maybe I could? I know I won't, but I wish I could. It's the only way I could escape having to train another useless person to do my job. It would be their problem, not mine. It was always MY problem, everything is MY problem here...to throw that back in their face? What a pleasure. They expected me to learn it all on my own, why not give someone else that wonderous life lesson.
I can't control my emotions, my own hormones. I am a "hor that moans," and whinges and whines, and rages...and it's PATHETIC. I can't stop. I'm burning my life to the ground. I'm a childish, hormonal teenager, in the body of a 32 year old woman...and I can't make it stop. I repulse myself.
It's not just work, it's me at my core. It's my OCD and anxiety limiting my life. It's the things I can't do. Even in an emergency, I couldn't come through for someone in need because of my ridiculous anxiety. I failed them.
My husband breaks my heart, my work breaks my heart, everyone breaks me to pieces and pulversises the parts to make dust.
I don't want to do any of it anymore, but any attempt to discuss it feels dramatic and stupid. I'm not worthy of a call back service, or a hotline, it doesn't help and I'm not an active emergency. I am just a stupid person, doing stupid things and being an all over feck up, and I don't know how to stop. I have no hope of a happier life.
It. does. not. get. better.
I promise you, it never will.