Since Easter i have been struggling with depression that seems to be
getting heavier and heavier. I live in one state where a daughter and
son-in-law live, I have another daughter, son-in-law and grandsons in
another state. My struggle is wanting to ...
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Since Easter i have been struggling with depression that seems to be
getting heavier and heavier. I live in one state where a daughter and
son-in-law live, I have another daughter, son-in-law and grandsons in
another state. My struggle is wanting to be available for both of them.
I've started thinking about moving house so that I live halfway between
the two. Im only daunts me due cost and finding accommodation, I
currently live in government housing its beautiful, I'm the first tenant
here I dont know what to do. I'm also dealing with a sexual assault, the
ongoing investigation, its left me isolated, confined to my house, I no
longer trust the police, people, crowds etc Im not getting more than 3-4
hours sleep at night, my brain just doesn't shut off. I have to remind
myself to eat. I struggle with mental health, childhood abuse and sexual
assault my depression, anxiety CPTSD worse. It is totally debilitating,
even the simplest things are hard. It takes away my ability to
accomplish anything, I start but can't finish. I've spoken to my Dr, who
I have a lot of trust in. I used to see a psych about the sexual assault
but have stopped as I dont think its making much difference, I'm still
having nightmares and flashbacks, after 2 years I feel I'm wasting his
time. The one thing that's a constant in my life is taking my meds. As I
said to my Dr im too bloody scared of what might happen if I stopped.
I'm tired of the pain and struggle and trauma and rejection and loss.
I'm tired of knowing that no matter how hard I tried, I was never
healthy, never whole, never able to do the things I wanted to do, never
had a real life. It's too much and I don't want to do it anymore. But I
will, because I have to, just like when I was a child, when I thought it
would all be better when I grew up, but now I know I will never grow up,
not in the parts that hurt, that are unwanted, that are and always will
be a tiny creature crying out with unmet needs. That's what I was born
to and will never escape from. I find I'm thinking about death a lot,
making sure all my papers etc are altogether. That people know where
they are., but I'm not actively thinking about ending my life its just
an overwhelming feeling of being trapped with memories of hurt and pain,
unloved and unwanted. I have told my Dr this as well. I am really at a
loss of where to turn or what to do. I go to bed at night and dread the
dark hours that will lead to another day the same as the one before.