I am so tired of lying.
I have been holed up in my room for 11 days. Today is the first day I have actually stayed out of my bedroom for almost the entire day. I am new to this. I am 48, my name is Sherry. I have had this curse all of my adult life. The meds are not working. I pop Zoloft like it's candy. I have been to the ER twice to get my stomach pumped from trying to overdose on sleeping pills. I have slit my wrists but was saved. WTF?! I am sick of this feeling, sick of putting on the armour and pretending that everything is sunshine and rainbows. I can pull it off for a while, but eventually, the armour gets really heavy and stifling. I go through episodes where I can't leave my bedroom. I do fight it and push myself, but in the end the darkness wins. I get stuck in the "pit," my anxiety reaches 1,000 and I get stuck. I can't tell you how many times I have lost a job due to this curse. I lie and state that I am sick with a virus or that I had a death in the family or some other BS. You can't call in a mental health day because that does not exist. I just lost my job this week. My 28 year old daughter lives with me and I feel awful about her seeing me this way, but she does not judge and she is supportive. I am very thankful for that. Besides her, I have no one else. I have tried to reach out to people that I thought were friends. They taught me that most of society does not care, refuse to understand, and believe that it just sadness and if I just keep busy "It" will go away. Oh, here's another one, "You just want attention." No asswipe, Just trying to get my head straight before I try again. I actually had a friend tell me that he couldn't handle it and walk out. He actually told me that the only people who should suffer from A&D are POW's. Again, WTF?! So, I keep to myself, I no longer have friends and only acquaintances. I am tired of the pain and of crying. I hate being this way. I have known my whole life that I will not make it to old age. I will never see 60. Do you know how upsetting it is to wake up every morning? There's nothing, absolutely nothing normal about that. But, it's how I feel. I have no life ahead of me, only death. I hate this life. This society suuucks! A&D is taking lives, children are dying in schools and we are all hooked on pills. But, thoughts and prayers, right?
It feels good opening up, even if no one is listening or reading. Thanks.