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Consuming
I don't want to be here. I don't want to be there. In all honesty, I don't want to be anywhere.
Sitting at work switching between reading posts on here, and blankly staring at the screen.
Feeling irritable, and yet want to cry at any moment.
I messaged my counsellor asking if they do crisis management/counselling... with no response. I dialled the Lifeline number on my phone, and feel sick at the thought of actually ringing it.
I feel lost, hopeless and in despair.
I've suffered depression, anxiety, panic attacks and PTSD for most of my life. Most times I have been able to summon up hidden strength/courage to see past/through this sickening feeling. To see light where there is none. And most times these 'episodes' are temporary. A good night's sleep, the silent whispers of my subconscious setting me right and back on the 'life is good' band-wagon.
I could have family support networks, but I have so far distanced myself over these past years, I swap between feeling ashamed for not being there/present for my family, and not wanting to burden them, to feeling overwhelmed at the prospect of actually speaking/seeing anyone. My closest relatives are my grandparents, who are only getting older, frailer, and yet I cannot bring myself to see them, ring them, reach out to them. Perpetual cycle.
I have limited friends and very limited contact with all/any of my family and friends. I created that. Pride. Stubbornness. Guilt. Shame.
My life is one massive turbulent rollercoaster. Hurt by those that I do let in and share my love with. And wonder why I can't seem to catch a break. (Dammit stupid tears).
I keep asking myself... "what's the point?!" the pang of pain washes over me, I fight the tears, and the cycle of thoughts persist.
If I reach out and ask my loved ones that same question, I know I will be given the answer "because your kids need you" my deflective self-loathing response is always " they'll be better off without a broken mum (dear God!!), who... " I can't even bring myself to finish that here.
I just want to be left alone to wallow in my own self-pity. And yet silently scream out for someone to see me.
Sorry.
Just... Sorry.