Hi,
Okay I've never done this before but I feel I need to get this out. For a while now I've become aware that I have zero interest in life, like I honestly couldn't care less anymore. Nothing excites me, nothing seems to make me feel anything. I feel dead inside.
I'm 24 and honestly given up my job as issues with colleagues (it's an office job), I wanted to take time out to go traveling & the job itself which involved answering phones and literally putting up with angry customers due to cash points either eating cards or not dispensing requested cash, I was a customer advisor for a cashpoint company. I went to Israel, it was something I've always wanted to do, I believe in God, in Jesus and wanted to see the place that is the home of where my faith started. I hoped I'd experience some kind of renewal but instead whilst I was there all I could do was literally break into tears or drink.
I'm going to travel America, starting L.A. just to get away but I'm scared I'll just end up doing the same thing as before.
What triggered all this was last year I witnessed a close friend of mine die from cardiac arrest, the day after my best friend committed suicide to then have my father pass away a week after my birthday. Losing my dad broke me. It didn't just break me but it seemed everything I've been through in life started flooding out of me, you see as much as I feel like this 'woe with me'-victim, I was a fighter, someone who soldiered on, I thank God that He gave me the strength because I know I'm not that strong.
You see I was severely bullied majority of my life, it got really bad in secondary school, people would out of no where just say harsh remarks or even just hit me for amusement. It caused me to give up on myself in every sense where I wouldnt take care of myself, I'd get drunk, became a heavy stoner and honestly looked like a tramp. It took a strain on my family as I would lash out on them but if I'm honest me and my mum never really had a good relationship, she favored my older brother as he was academically bright, a lot like her than I was who is dyslexic, prefer to be into music/art etc.
I got kicked out at 15 and lived with my best mate for a year, my mum didn't really want me back, she made it clear by saying things like oh "the family is use to it being just us four" she's always excluded me from things, put me down on my appearance, one time my cousin straightened my hair as a joke on New Years and she said I looked like I had cancer. She'd say I look like a dog other times or I looked ugly.
I got kicked out again at 17, moved to Bath to be with a guy I liked. My first ever relationship was a horror story, he was an alcoholic, made me sleep with someone else, would kick me out every weekend, we had physical altercations many a time and he'd lock me in his flat when he'd go out just to cheat on me with every tom dick n harry. I was no angel, I was still getting high and could be irritable when I didn't have any smoke. So two addicts together is a recipe for disaster. At this age I did take care of myself and not being arrogant was a lot better looking etc. Yet it wasn't enough. I wasn't enough. He put me through hell and I was STUPID to keep forgiving just to have him dump me, not even being man enough to dump just doing it on the sly.
Every friend I seemed to make while living there was fake, only out what I had and not for me, majority the time I was either too weird or too this or too that. I wasn't good enough.
I became a mess again, was in and out of different jobs. etc. There's so much more I could write but honestly I can only imagine reading this and see how drained people must be.
Man I sound like a freaking victim, I'm sure I've done a lot, I know I must be the problem because come on, I'm the common denominator in all this. I suffer with depression, anxiety. I think its now developed into psychotic depression because now I hallucinate hearing audible voices, putting me down constantly like I can hear this girl in the distance putting me down and saying how everyone hates me and wants to beat me up. I think this started after I went through a period in 2014 when I had a neighbor harrass nearly every night when. she had her mates round n they were getting drunk/coked up.
Long story short, ironic seeing the amount I've wrote. I've had enough. I've survived and fought through everything through the grace of God, hoping there's a light at the end to which I'd find my path in life, to which I'd find my place. Alas this hasn't happened. Instead I'm here questioning everyday life or death, life or death. It's like I feel this weird sinking feeling in my heart, I cry near enough every day, I feel myself hating everything, everyone. All I see is black when it comes to the future. Getting through the day is such a mission in it self. I'm so lonely. I have no friends. No one is interested in me and anyone who does I get anxious build this wall instantly and it makes me appear like I'm better than them or whatever which is the exact opposite to the truth, I want to let people in but I'm tired of it ending the same like I will push them away or I can't trust them or I'm not good enough.
I want to commit my life to God again and don't get me wrong I love God, I have the up most respect for Him, not in this crazy religious way but through spiritual way, when I was homeless he gave me a home, when I had no money, He gave me work. Its just I can't give Him what he wants, I can't live the way worthy of the gospel. I have NO interest in it anymore, in anything for that matter.
I feel empty.
I honestly can't do it anymore, I can't even hide how I feel with a fake smile anymore. I can't do it. What is the point! It isn't even worth it anymore. I'm tired of being a victim, a joke, I'm tired of people thinking they can walk over me or treat me like a piece of shit. I'm sick of everything.
I get it, I'm not worth it, I'm nothing. So why can't I just do it? Why can't I just end it? I'll go to hell? why? I'm living hell every day! No one loves me man. I'm never gonna be good enough.