I don’t really know how to do this but my therapist thinks this might be good for me so I’m willing to try. I’m kind of really struggling. I’ve been fighting depression since January and it’s getting worse despite me being in therapy for several months now. These past couple of weeks have been particularly bad for some reason. I can’t stop thinking about wanting to die. I don’t have a specific plan to do something, but anytime I look at something, my first thought is “How can I use this item to kill myself?”
We basically had a hurricane with no rain here last week that pretty much destroyed every tree. Everyday on my lunch break, I go and lay beneath the trees and try to take a nap. And I’ve noticed this past week, that part of the tree I lay under is about to fall and is only hanging on by resting on top of another branch of the tree. And I have started positioning myself during my lunch breaks right below that hanging tree branch and I pray my whole break that the tree will finally fall down and that it kills me.
I’m so tired of feeling like this. And then I look outside at the world and I can’t help but think, “Why am I fighting to get through this so bad with the world the way it is?” Because I don’t like this current world and even if I wasn’t so depressed, I don’t know if I would want to be a part of this scary world we’re currently living in. So why am I fighting so hard to stay in this world that I’m so disappointed to be living in? Because it is a fight for me. Everyday's a fight. It’s a fight for me to just look at a screwdriver and not pick it up and stab myself with it.
I know this isn’t going to resolve itself overnight, but I’ve been in therapy for over 4 months now and it’s just getting worse. And I don’t know what else to do. I’m alone, I don’t have friends, I don’t have family. The thing you hear all the time when you talk about suicide is “You are not alone.” I understand that there are way too many people in the world who do suffer from depression and suicidal thoughts; but for me, I am alone. If I were to die, no one would even realize that something had changed. No one would even be at my funeral.
I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this. I feel like I’m running out of options. The art and projects that I was forcing myself to do that I used to enjoy, are no longer working to distract me. My low “moments” are no longer moments. It’s just now all day, every day. And so here I am, posting on an online message board, something I’ve never done before.
Anyway, sorry this is long and if you’ve made it this far, I’m impressed. I guess I just needed to write something.