Might as well...
Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 1:44 pm
I don't know if putting this into words is going to help me but I doubt it will make me feel any worse so here goes.
I've been unhappy for most of my life, really from the age of around 8 when my parents separated and my mum took me and my brother to live with her new "man" hundreds of miles away. Both this partner and the one that followed were violent drunks and eventually I left my mum's home in the middle of the night at aged 14 and went to my dad's (we had moved back to our home town by this point). I never went back and my brother followed soon afterwards - without me to bully he had become the only target.
My relationship with my mother deteriorated badly and has never really recovered. I only ever saw her at Christmas and wasn't asked to attend when she remarried (not that I would have). Now, over twenty years later, we've both made some efforts to rebuild our relationship but the damage has been done - we'll never have a real mother/son relationship.
I believe this to be the root cause of most of the problems that have followed throughout my life. I had always been a bright student, even through the difficult times and moving from school to school but after being abandoned by my mother (as I saw it at the time) I changed. I went from bullied smart kid to bully who couldn't care less about academic performance. I was more interested in hanging out with the "cool kids" than work and eventually left school with a handful of low grades and not many prospects. I tried college a couple of times, never completing a single course and went from job to job with no real direction in life.
I began to get into debt in my early twenties and this soon spiralled out of control, I was drinking heavily to block out real life and began to suffer from serious bouts of depression. I ended up being signed off sick by my doctor for over 6 months but couldn't even bring myself to tell my own father. Eventually things came to a head when I broke down in public and confessed everything to my dad - the drinking, the depression, the debt, everything. While one of the lowest points of my life it was also one of the most important as my dad vowed to do everything he could to help me as long as I was willing to help myself. I worked hard for years, paying every spare penny towards the debt and eventually, a couple of years ago now, I had cleared it all. While I still drink socially I don't have any issues with problem drinking any more. During this time I came off my meds and, while I had the occasional spell of depression it was never anything too serious or long-lived.
I'm now probably in the best position I've been in all my adult life - my debts are cleared, I have a decent job which, while it doesn't exactly inspire me, pays well and is as secure as you can expect a job to be these days. I even pay into a pension plan. My finances are in control and I rarely even go into my overdraft never mind any other kind of borrowing. I even recently overcame my lifetime dental phobia to get a few thousand pounds worth of much needed work done (all paid in full). I've achieved so much over the last five years or so in what I've done - I've tackled every major issue in my life (bar one, obviously) and overcome it but I don't think I've ever been so unhappy.
I'm so lonely and miserable and it justs seems to be getting worse and worse. I've been feeling this building up for the past few months and a few days ago I broke down in tears at home and didn't stop for hours - I've been crying on and off ever since. I'm crying as I'm writing this. I haven't been at work for two days as a result and doubt I'll be able to face it tomorrow feeling the way I do now.
I have few close friends - I'm one of these people who knows everyone but is only close to a handful - but I find it impossible to talk about things like this with them properly. In fact, I hardly ever see most of them any more - everyone's either moved away or settled down with someone. I'm single and live alone and the more time goes on the more I believe that's how I'll end my days. I haven't seriously contemplated suicide for years but it's a horrible feeling knowing that if I did go virtually nobody would be affected. Immediate family, couple of friends, my cat and that's about it. I don't really mean anything to anyone and feel like I'm just going through life for the sake of it.
I've recently started saving towards a deposit for my own flat but as much as I know that's a positive thing all I keep thinking is "so what? you'll be lonely and miserable in somewhere you own instead of rent?" and the sad fact is that's true.
I've been unhappy for most of my life, really from the age of around 8 when my parents separated and my mum took me and my brother to live with her new "man" hundreds of miles away. Both this partner and the one that followed were violent drunks and eventually I left my mum's home in the middle of the night at aged 14 and went to my dad's (we had moved back to our home town by this point). I never went back and my brother followed soon afterwards - without me to bully he had become the only target.
My relationship with my mother deteriorated badly and has never really recovered. I only ever saw her at Christmas and wasn't asked to attend when she remarried (not that I would have). Now, over twenty years later, we've both made some efforts to rebuild our relationship but the damage has been done - we'll never have a real mother/son relationship.
I believe this to be the root cause of most of the problems that have followed throughout my life. I had always been a bright student, even through the difficult times and moving from school to school but after being abandoned by my mother (as I saw it at the time) I changed. I went from bullied smart kid to bully who couldn't care less about academic performance. I was more interested in hanging out with the "cool kids" than work and eventually left school with a handful of low grades and not many prospects. I tried college a couple of times, never completing a single course and went from job to job with no real direction in life.
I began to get into debt in my early twenties and this soon spiralled out of control, I was drinking heavily to block out real life and began to suffer from serious bouts of depression. I ended up being signed off sick by my doctor for over 6 months but couldn't even bring myself to tell my own father. Eventually things came to a head when I broke down in public and confessed everything to my dad - the drinking, the depression, the debt, everything. While one of the lowest points of my life it was also one of the most important as my dad vowed to do everything he could to help me as long as I was willing to help myself. I worked hard for years, paying every spare penny towards the debt and eventually, a couple of years ago now, I had cleared it all. While I still drink socially I don't have any issues with problem drinking any more. During this time I came off my meds and, while I had the occasional spell of depression it was never anything too serious or long-lived.
I'm now probably in the best position I've been in all my adult life - my debts are cleared, I have a decent job which, while it doesn't exactly inspire me, pays well and is as secure as you can expect a job to be these days. I even pay into a pension plan. My finances are in control and I rarely even go into my overdraft never mind any other kind of borrowing. I even recently overcame my lifetime dental phobia to get a few thousand pounds worth of much needed work done (all paid in full). I've achieved so much over the last five years or so in what I've done - I've tackled every major issue in my life (bar one, obviously) and overcome it but I don't think I've ever been so unhappy.
I'm so lonely and miserable and it justs seems to be getting worse and worse. I've been feeling this building up for the past few months and a few days ago I broke down in tears at home and didn't stop for hours - I've been crying on and off ever since. I'm crying as I'm writing this. I haven't been at work for two days as a result and doubt I'll be able to face it tomorrow feeling the way I do now.
I have few close friends - I'm one of these people who knows everyone but is only close to a handful - but I find it impossible to talk about things like this with them properly. In fact, I hardly ever see most of them any more - everyone's either moved away or settled down with someone. I'm single and live alone and the more time goes on the more I believe that's how I'll end my days. I haven't seriously contemplated suicide for years but it's a horrible feeling knowing that if I did go virtually nobody would be affected. Immediate family, couple of friends, my cat and that's about it. I don't really mean anything to anyone and feel like I'm just going through life for the sake of it.
I've recently started saving towards a deposit for my own flat but as much as I know that's a positive thing all I keep thinking is "so what? you'll be lonely and miserable in somewhere you own instead of rent?" and the sad fact is that's true.