So at the start of the year i was good feeling great,decided to get back into the gym eat clean etc etc,everything was going fine,and then around the 20th my mood started to go down again.
So the motivation to cook regular and exercise regular becamer a lot more difficult to do,didn't have the motivation to do anything other then either just lay in bed with headphones in or just hide away from the world all day.
Then i started eating junk food again(comfort eating) and everytime i comfort eat i hate my self for it,thus in turn makes me hate my self x 1000 so last night after eating some crappy fast food the urge to cut was greater then ever and i just give in.
Got a fresh blade and sat there for the best part of half hour trying to just let it fade away but instead i eventually i just started to cut again,my current scars were only just starting to fade as well but back to square one again.
It feel's like a crappy cycle of just up and down up and down up and down its a rollercoaster of massive f*** you's and it just flat out sucks,i hate my self for not being able to drag my self out of this pit again.
I done it all before,i lost 6 stone in 2015 after and was good up until novemberish 2016 then my moods started coming back down again and all the weight i lost i put back on and that just made me hate my self even more.
And sometimes i think it would be easier just not to eat at all,food has been a love hate relationship for years, and it just sucks,i keep everything to my self from the people around me they have their own problems.
My mother just had a pacemaker fitted but might require to have one with a defibrillator fitted because her heart is weaker then they thought,my father has MS and is slowly deteriorating.
My brother had a flesh eating bug that almost took his life in november and is set to have more surgery for it,and it's like there is me just having to watch it all happen,if there was such a thing as a past life i must of been a real sphincter because there is nothing i can do about any of it.
Then to top it off at times i act a real donkey towards them because i am having a crappy mood and bite their heads off and i feel like an ass**** after doing it.
Basically the pain of watching the people i love suffer compared to the pain of cutting my self is nothing,it sucks from the age of 18 ive had to see my father the man of the house need carers come in and use a hoist to move him from bed to chair etc.
ive had to see my mother go in and out of hospital for her heart problems,my grandfather died at age 49 from a heart attack,and his sister was 55 and just dropped dead from a heartattack.
The consultant that my mother asked me if i was interested in having my heart checked just in case there is a family condition but i said no,i honestly don't care if i die,as long as its quick,i would rather die then see the ones i care about continue to die.
I don't fear my own death i fear the death of the ones i care about i am 29 now back to being a carer for both my parents again,and the only direction my life has is being a carer for both my parents i feel once they go my life has no real meaning.
I did have a job and took a gamble to switch jobs it did not pay off but it fell around the time my mother was getting treatment so thought might as well go back to just being carers for both of them since my mother is going to require rest anyway.
But yet im just rambling on in hindsight life just sucks im 30 in 3 months got nothing to show for my life other then watching people around me suffer.
All my grandparents have died,a cousin commited suicide,my father is being overtaken by this crappy MS,my mothers heart is failing,my brother is still fighting his battle,and as for good memories they are no longer there becasue my mind just has a slide show of crappy memories.