Which is why I am here, venting.
I'm burning through my savings, living in a state that is stupid expensive.
Unable to type without spell check getting every tenth word wrong, and needing to be retype dead fixed. (yes the end of this sentence should read, retyped and fixed)UGH!
My life is a long story, but it was over thirty years of my lame choice for having stayed and put up with it, (how long do you think it took me to accept it is a choice, and my choice no matter what?) being a basic slave to my family, thinking family first, blood means everything. (Don't buy into it, if they treat you like crap, its not worth sticking around.)
No Income, running out of the pitiful EDD UI Benefits that end in 30 days.
I'm losing the roof over my head, because the landlord wants to sell, in a rental I should never have been in in the first place. I can't afford the payments so staying is not logical.
My partner is kind and nice, but lives in a fantasy of not understanding what going broke means, grew up here, and doesn’t want to leave. ( Does that mean kind and nice are my blindfold, excuse for being treated poorly yet again?)
I swear, being depressive and having empathy as the only thing I feel is so utterly wrong! Being depressed and only feeling for others needs is a literal hell.
My past therapists have pointed out I have the perspective of a ten year old who has an expectation that people in my life will do the right thing.
But as has been stated, "they can't do what I need, if they don't know what that is." In this relationship I have stated point blank no holding back what it is I need and yet I managed to fall right back into existing in the familiar. In this case she isn't mean, nasty hurtful. But still sees through her blinders, desires, without basis in reality of out comes or my needs, and I stay and give in.
Is it the stupid uninformed 10 year old in me expecting she will do the right thing?
Or that there is a right thing at this point?
Or that I have the right to ask?
Or my mental illness is just so bloody engrained that no matter what, I can not put my needs, safely, mental health first?
I feel like I'm going down for the third time, and yet I'm completely numb at the same time.
I went through the panic, extreme anxiety fetal position on the floor, and landed in numb, and irrational towards outcome, awaiting the freight train heading directly at me, without being able to step out of the way.
I need to move out of state to a place that is less expensive.
Have needed to do so for over 5 years, and yet haven't done it.
I tell myself it's because of the partner not wanting to leave.
I know it's partly that and partly my own fears of the unknown, of losing her and being alone.
On many levels I wish I had the balls to pull the literal trigger. It’s the same thought I have had since I was in my teens. In my youth, I once had the gun to my head , but couldn’t pull the trigger. Didn’t, for reasons I will never understand. And yes I have been mostly miserable for the better part of 40 some odd years since.
So here I am unable to sleep for the better part of a year. AGAIN.
Stewing in my own head.
Lost.
Thinking I want death, with no ability to cause the end. Which again is a choice, right?
It's an endless cycle, in my own head of denial and choices, that don't make me any happier.
I wish for all those that are here, who are here on some level for the same reasons, ISH, that I am, that we all get past this painful crap!
Be Safe.