I have these spells where I don’t want to be alive anymore. Usually I can remind myself that it will pass. That it’s circumstances, stress, and pressure but it’ll be better.
This time I just pray almost daily God will let me die in my sleep.
I Don’t want to talk about anything. I’m not passionate about anything. I don’t want to go out. Hang out. Have friends. If you call what I have as friends.
I fight intrusive thoughts 45% of the time my eyes are open. Suicidal thoughts another 45%. And stress about all the shit going wrong that I’ve been trying to get right for the past 2 years.
If I can’t fix my life. Why am I here. If I can’t get healthy why breathe air. My life is struggle and I’m tired. Even at the best parts I was being abused by someone who was meant to protect me.
Just feels like I wear this skin to appease those around me. I daydream about dying or falling off the face of the earth to a place no one knows me and no one ever will.
I try to get help. Professional help but professionals want money. They want real insurance so I fail at that too.
I’m a waste of space. I can’t do shit right anymore. And that’s fine. If I manage this roll down the hill maybe I’ll get to a place where I’m not a waste and can do shit right again. Maybe not.