At Least I'm Alive, I Guess...
Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2019 1:44 pm
Hey guys. New to the forum, so I'll share bits and pieces of my story.
Age 28, living with my family, new job working with kids. Single and not looking (but still miserable about it), currently living a sedentary lifestyle outside of work, and otherwise just lonely.
I have been battling with depression for years, the most recent episode being the most difficult as it was accompanied by a break up and a psychotic breakdown. After coming to my senses, I became severely apathetic and recluse. Trapped myself in the house, disconnected from all of my friends, and laid down in my own filth for nearly a year.
Several hospital stays and light suicide attempts later, I've reached some type of level of recovery, but I know for a fact that I am still not 100%. Most of the hobbies that made up my identity have just not interested me. I still have to reach back out to a good handful of my friends (which I'm admittedly hesitant about since I've been away for so long). I feel as though I am doing a terrible job at work, and every time I walk in, I am fighting the anxiety it induces. Dating has not even been an option...and to be honest, I'm still reeling over the last relationship and beat myself up for the mistakes I made leading to the break up. Self-esteem down, energy down, motivation down.
At this point, I'm running out of reasons to live. I'm not quite suicidal (not at the point of needing hospitalization again), but i certainly go about my day in an empty, lifeless fashion, wondering why the universe is even keeping me around.
Looking to restart my medication, in need of a weekend therapist, and trying to meditate in between time.
So with sharing my bit, I am asking for welcomes and prayers. Thank you for reading.
Age 28, living with my family, new job working with kids. Single and not looking (but still miserable about it), currently living a sedentary lifestyle outside of work, and otherwise just lonely.
I have been battling with depression for years, the most recent episode being the most difficult as it was accompanied by a break up and a psychotic breakdown. After coming to my senses, I became severely apathetic and recluse. Trapped myself in the house, disconnected from all of my friends, and laid down in my own filth for nearly a year.
Several hospital stays and light suicide attempts later, I've reached some type of level of recovery, but I know for a fact that I am still not 100%. Most of the hobbies that made up my identity have just not interested me. I still have to reach back out to a good handful of my friends (which I'm admittedly hesitant about since I've been away for so long). I feel as though I am doing a terrible job at work, and every time I walk in, I am fighting the anxiety it induces. Dating has not even been an option...and to be honest, I'm still reeling over the last relationship and beat myself up for the mistakes I made leading to the break up. Self-esteem down, energy down, motivation down.
At this point, I'm running out of reasons to live. I'm not quite suicidal (not at the point of needing hospitalization again), but i certainly go about my day in an empty, lifeless fashion, wondering why the universe is even keeping me around.
Looking to restart my medication, in need of a weekend therapist, and trying to meditate in between time.
So with sharing my bit, I am asking for welcomes and prayers. Thank you for reading.