so yesterday was an okay day. I woke up and had stuff to do. band stuff. I joined a band. so i wake up I had left the dishes out for a few days i felt so terrible so I do them and I try to warm up some food using the microwave. BOOM. it goes out. panic ensues me. I am like... fuck... FUCK. I have to eat what do I do. I dont have anything I can easily prepare. so I eat cold left overs and head out. the meeting goes okay. i go over the songs. we go get food then come back and go over them a little bit more.
this isnt the issue. this is all fine. this was dare i say progress. meeting with complete strangers and hanging out and working on music. NO the conflict happens later. but this is to paint a picture of my day.
so my ear has been hurting and I decided to go to urgent care they cant really help me but they are all really nice and its just a cool thing. I left feeling very relaxed and happy. I go home because i have my guitar with me. I need to go shopping INSTRUMENTS IN HOT CAR IS A NO NO. so i drop by home. I think I noticed it then but I didnt want to acknowledge it because we had talked about this. suicidal derek, means not leaving a gun where I can easily get to it. its for my safety its not super hard to do and it was discussed. so I go shopping instead of walmart i go to albertsons its closer and less people meaning happier derek.
I come back and unload my groceries start cooking and out of sight out of mind. but i get curious so i look and sure enough. its right there. the way out. the easiest fucking way out. its there. i gnore the thoughts and return to cooking. but they persist. idk if its anxiety ocd or depression. but the thoughts eat at me. I cook my food and portion it close my eyes as i walk past the gun and hide in my room.
the thoughts persist... they dont let up. they are becoming more and more real. I think okay. I have two options. I can contact a friend to talk to about this or try to watch something. I chose to hit up a friend. and obviously she was scared. i was too. but as you can see I am still alive. we worked out lot of different guilt trips to keep me alive. me hurting her. my hurting my family. things that i couldnt ignore. but the problem was the gun was still there.
so she asked why was the gun there. I expressed: conservative christian trump supporter marine who open carries: she kinda got the picture. but i told her i asked him not to leave it out because of how it makes me feel. she says are they home. i said yes sleeping. she said can you wake them up. because either way if you shoot your self they are going to wake up. so i texted him. waited an hour or so. then called...
I stutter and barely say text read. he hangs up. comes to my room. i am shaking stuttering unable to really form sentence. i say text. read. he says he has no text. i hand him my phone. at this point i cant remember exactly what happened. but the essentially he has asked me to move. last month gave me 6 months. 6 months. doable. its 5 months now. HE ASKS ABOUT ME MOVING WHILE I AM IN PANIC... seriousy why? like how does this make anything better. i mention san diego but i neeed to save it will cost around 300 to move all my stuff. but i will be out in 5 months like we agreed. he says.... SOONER WOULD BE BETTER.
why... why would he do that to me. I am struggling to get by. struggling with even existing. YOU LEFT YOUR FUCKING GUN OUT AND ITS MY FAULT SOMEHOW?!
I havent left my room. I have been sleeping off and on. crying. feeling more suicidal. because wow... what a nice thing to say to someone. i cant even face my roomies. its the weekend so they are awake and about. I have been up since 530 without food or anything waiting for them to go to bed so I can do anything. this existence... its terrible. idk how to go on. i just started a new therapist i figured 5 months would be enough visits to help get my shit under control... I see my therapist tuesday and then i see my dr on thursday. i will tell them all of this. but i am at a lost for words. or thoughts. I am hiding. because i am scared. scared if i even bring it up they will just kick me out.
and they have every right... i am a burden here.