Tag: depression

Featured

oh shit i think im in trouble

so anyone that reads my blog u will know i have trouble with suicide and self harm

Tonight is different

I dont particulary feel depressed but something isnt right, its hard to explain. i think i have something wrong with me schizophrenia maybe, there is something worng.

I have been down all day fighting thoughts but i dont know i took the kids out today had a great day and now have the very very overwhelming thought that i can go now. like my mind is at peice. I had a god day with them. something they can remember. i was fine and its just hit me like a truck. my mind is saying it fine to leave now. i can go. i did my job.

but lately i cant control my thoughts or actions. my arm is cut to ribbons and my mind has been manic but now its calm. my mind and body is saying its ok now its time.

now im scared

im alone

i cant ask anyone to help as did that and lost everyone

crap

Featured

How whales die

So scrolling thru TikTok as i normally do i came accross a gorgeous women who said

Whales dont die of old age they just eventually get so tired they just drown.#

How sad is that. To think u spend your whole life swimming and taking water for granted to just be killed it.

……………………………………………………………………………………….

Maybe thats what we are doing slowly drowning in our own lives and when we die its because our body and minds are just too tired to carry on.

Featured

me again

guess its time to get back to my old self.

the one thats always alone.

the one that is only contacted or spoken to when some one wants something or needs to complain about some one else.

am i not interesting enough?

do i not like the right things?

am i not friend material?

or even gf material.?

we all know im not wife material

im the girl u fuck

im sick of letting my guard down to have it thrown back in my face, u would have thought i would have learnt by now. learnt to stay guarded.

but nope i fall in love, or give to much.

whether its a friend or a partner, sooner or later they run out of things to say and then thats it.

some people can handle feeling alone in a crowded room. i am not one of those people. |I start to think what have i done wrong. maybe im not interesting enough or pretty enough

im not the smartest,

im not the prettiest,

im not interesting,

so what am i………………….

im not left with alot.

im the one thats ill, but doesnt look it

im the one with no family

im the only that the boys wanna fuck

im the one that doesnt matter

the one that will stand by and let people do what they want.

im the one that has no family or friends.

the one with scars on her body.

the one that goes through 13 operations alone cause no one cares enough to come.

the one that has no one turn up to there funeral.

but i plod along still in hope that one day some one will think im special. and i will let my guard down to end up being alone again and again.

things are not great but no one notices. im told i over think thing and maybe i do. but surely there must be things in the first place for me to over think them.

im sure its me it always is. something cant be wrong with everyone else. im the common in it all. ME. the one that has no friends and feels no love.

so i sit in bed or on the sofa alone doing a cross stitch for no one to see. i plod through every day just like the last. getting angry and upset for no one to even notice.

so until i write again thanks for reading

Featured

Coping

How do people deal with things? Seems to be one step forward and 20 back.

Coping with one or maybe two things at a time i can handle that. But what happens when everything comes crashing down?

Within the last 7 months i have had 2 foster mums die and my real mum, the father of my kids just up and leave the area and there grandma, deal with a court case as my ex and his family took my kids, gone through several jobs, debts, debts and more debts, the constant abuse of my ex and his family, my boyfriend messaging his ex behind my back and my ovaries out.

Now tell me how to cope? I block all this out all day but as soon as i get a quiet moment im crying my eyes out. I have my ex questioning my sanity all the time. Im trying to prove myself and work and be a good mum working a fulltime job and full custody of my kids.

My chest is hurting, im not sleeping great where do i go  from here?

I think having my ovaries out has tipped me over the edge. The thought of not having more kids kills me inside. Heartbreak actually hurts for real. But no one understands. I already have 2. But i cant go to a doctor as my ex has asked the court for a mental evaluation on me.

I just give up. Im done faking a smile.

IM BACK!!!!

So here I am writing again. Its 2.14am, and I’m due at work I’m under 5 hours.

My nights have been like this a lot lately. I don’t really sleep anymore. I just have this blurry feeling in my head and a faint buzzing.

Is this what insomnia feels like. Or can I just not sleep.

Always a lot going on in my life. I think ‘good luck’ has up and fucked off. Listened to his evil twin ‘bad luck’ and just swapped places.

Last week was hard and my endometriosis kicked my butt. took morphine for the first time at my new job. It was worse then it has been in a while. to the point where my jeans touching the left pelvic area even for a split second in the bathroom made me drop to the floor and hit my head.

But I made it thru the day with just one person noticing.

Is it wrong that I’m getting annoyed at people being fussed around cause they have a headache or something similar. when I’m sitting in agony knowing I should be in the hospital. But that’s my fault as I don’t tell anyone.

I say I don’t want sympathy but a simple are u ok do you need a hug would be nice.

Just to have some one hold me and tell me it will be over soon and the pain will subside. For me to fall asleep in there arms. I miss that. been years since anyone cared about me enough. Even friends are not like that.

I haven’t had anymore suicide attempts although I did self harm. Which I hate myself for, some times its the only way to release the stress, pain and anger I feel inside. Do others have issues coping like I do? Whats wrong with me that I cant cope?

I have seen mental health doctors before but they all say I’m fine. CLEARLY IM NOT.

I was even taken into a mental health unit for 2 weeks. where I was diagnosed with Manic Depression, most commonly know as Bipolar. I was later then rediagnosed with Borderline personality disorder. I was told it cant be bipolar because I don’t run down the street naked.

But I am on no medication and don’t see councillors. I choose not to see them because all they wanna do is talk about my past. Which I have worked so hard to block out. They start me talking then the nightmares start again. I cant deal with that. Right now they are few and far between. But when I start speaking about them they are every night.

I still see random things, like shadows and spiders that are not there. but they said as long as I don’t here voices I am fine.

I have had the heart monitor fitted and see the heart specialist on Friday. And see my pre op doctor on Thursday regarding my endo op.

I’m not sure how I will handle the operation for Endo. It is to take out my ovaries. I’m scared it will send me into a spiral. When I had my womb removed it took over a year to handle it emotionally and I still have moments now where I struggle and cry. To have babies again. I cant even look at the facebook memories of my kids when they were young. its silly and I cant talk to anyone including councillors as I always get the same response. “you have 2 kids already u should be happy, some people cant have kids”

It makes me even more upset, as I have no one to discuss it with.

I barely see my kids atm and I hate it. I have to work so that they can have a good up bringing but I just seem to get on more debt. I get home at about 6 and they go bed around 7. At weekends there nan who hates me for being ill and working. She thinks I cant be as ill as I have said cause she sits on her arse so how can I work. So she has them on the Friday night. I see my kids for about 2 days a week. I hate it but money has to be earnt. I hate that I cant take them places.

The guilt I feel is unbelievable. hope they know I love them.

These are the times I resent people who can just ask mummy and daddy for help. I have no cooker atm but have no money to get one. I’m even selling naked pics of me online cause we need money so bad. But I don’t have family. I have no one to talk to and fall back on for support. Its just me dealing with all this.

I was told by some one at work I’m the most positive person there. I’m not I can just fake it. They don’t know I’m dying inside and holding back tears.

Will things ever change. I don’t think I’m a bad person, I work hard and try my best. I try to be nice to everyone. So when do I get a break.

 

Heart pounding, head broken.

It’s that time again where if I don’t write it down I will burst nd do something silly.

Really how much stress can a heart take? My heart monitor loop recorder thing is fitted. It’s in my left boob. I’m a 34gg which mean I bounce no matter how secure the bra is. Therefore the implant hasn’t settled and keeps moving.

I can no longer lay on my front and bras hurt. See the heart doctor in the next two weeks and see my surgeon for a pre op for my endo the same week.

The things at home are the same. The ex won’t leave I’m so stressed. He promises me he will change and help more but nothing ever changes. He will never leave. The police won’t remove him as he is on the tenancy. I need to be happy.

Every day is just stress from start to finish. Arguments before I go work, arguments all day and the same when I come home. I sleep about 4 hours a night.

I collapse and got left for 45 mins on the floor. He said he heard a bang. I have a heart issue I could have died. Everyday I fight the urge to take meds to numb it all out.

His m tricked me into opening up to her saying I can trust her and have some one to talk to. About 10 mins later she is on the phone to my ex telling him everything.

 

I truly am alone in this world. I must have murdered thousands of children in my past life to get this punishment.

 

I love my kids but I do believe they would be happier without me. I have to work as there dad doesn’t they barely get to see me and when they do I’m either fighting back tears, to ill to function or extremely stressed.

But it is funny how I can go into work and no one knows. They all think I’m the cheery one.

Little do they know I’m barely making thru life.

 

 

 

How do u live ur life knowing ur not meant to be here.

I look back and trying to find happiness in my past but there is none. Even when my kids were born it was surrounded by selfishness and anger.

Every night I lay alone. Thinking of how my parents didn’t even want me. And now every man I have been with has either used me of abused me.

Some say its my fault and look to future.

But what future, more operations, more pain.

They say carry on for ur kids but is it fair they see mummy in and out of hospital. Or living less then half a life, faking a smile and fighting back tears. Loosing my temper quickly cause life is to much pressure.

I barely bring up my kids, I barely get a say. Yes I live with them but I don’t get to say when they go bed or whether they should be on a games console.

I work to provide, but that makes me a bad mum.

I lost 6 babies before I had mine. No one cares though. The births were ruin. No one threw me a baby shower. My family haven’t even visited even after begging them.

Not sure they would miss me. The certainly wouldn’t notice straight away.

It’s gets to about 7pm and I get ushered to my room so my ex can play xbox and the dog won’t whine.

Where’s my love and cuddles. Where’s my happy family.

Where’s my best mates. I collapse twice and they don’t wanna know. The party girl that gets called for a good time.

I’m just a good actress that’s it. But I’m also selfish for wanting to leave this world.

Nothing has changed

Last week about this time I tried to kill myself. Its like it never happened. The people who do know I’m kot sure they care. Was even called selfish by one of them.

I’m guessing as there are so many that do things like this for attention society don’t see when it was real.

I have no idea how I survived, I research what I needed to take and even took extra on top. But I’m here.

 

People will say its for a reason. I don’t believe in the high power and stuff. Ur here cause u were born nothing else.

Life will plod along. With half my mind on the real word and half in a thunder cloud.

Suicide

I seem to be all doom and gloom lately.

It got to the point I couldn’t cope. Thinking going out with a gf would help.

It didn’t and last night I tried to kill myself

I did research and took the amount of meds it said would kill me. So why am I still here

I don’t believe in the  ‘I’m alive for a reason’.

I wrote my note I settled in bed. Put some music on and layed down. And I felt so warm and relaxed. It was the best I had felt in ages. I finally fell asleep.

But I was woken up by my ex (we live together as I’m disabled)

He has acted like nothing has happened. Helped me in a bath and to the toilet while I’m bringing sick. But won’t talk about last night or why I did it.

So here’s why

I’m just so alone. I can say I only really have 2 good friends and they live miles away.

I have to go work tomorrow and I know I will come home in agony.

Everyday is a pain day now.

I go to bed at 7 every night so my ex can game online.

So I sit in my room doing nothing

I know I will be called selfish as I have kids, but all they see is mummy in pain and in the hospital constantly.

Life has just got to hard. I have no mum or dad. My 5 sisters don’t wanna know me. Who do I run to to talk.