Me of late … well it’s so hard to put into words. I know a lot of you
have been asking over the last little while. I’m just so incredibly sad.
Just so low. And then it makes me angry … with myself and sometimes it
borders to others as well. Not that ...
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Me of late … well it’s so hard to put into words. I know a lot of you
have been asking over the last little while. I’m just so incredibly sad.
Just so low. And then it makes me angry … with myself and sometimes it
borders to others as well. Not that I want to do any harm to anyone, but
it’s just so difficult to express. Just over the last couple of days,
what I think I’m realising is that I’m still in heavy mourning and still
overcome with grief from the loss of my brother and my Dad. And it’s a
long time to be coping with this … 1991 for my bro and 2007 for my Dad.
But I kind of feel like why should I be happy when they’re no longer
here. I feel that why should I get any enjoyment out of anything; cause
Dad and my bro aren’t here anymore to enjoy such things. Even more so
for my brother, cause he was just 29 when I lost him. But yeah, it’s
sometimes like it’s in the days after the funeral, where everyone else
is getting on with their lives and I think, “to hell with that … I can’t
and won’t live properly – I’m going to continue to feel sad, because I
have too. No one else does this, f**k everyone else, I’m going to feel
sad for them forever and I’ll show it to everyone”. And all the while,
I’m just wasting away my life … and am worried every day that my kids
will be ok, that they will turn out alright. This low, awful feeling has
been with me for so long now … and it’s really getting to me you know. I
see my Doc, I see my psychiatrist, my meds have been reviewed; I have
recently had another mental health check and that proved that yes, I am
definitely not a normal functioning human being … I’m just … I can’t …
anyway, they’ve got me a series of appointments with my psychologist,
but the first one isn’t for another month yet. I exercise every day, we
have pets at home which are great, by the way … and yet I still feel
this low. This unbelievable sadness that is ripping the absolute guts
out of me. You know, I’m on here every day and I reply to all sorts of
different folks … wonderful folks … but all the time, you’re hearing
these posts from someone who is among their lowest ebbs in life. I can’t
do anything to end my life … I couldn’t and won’t do that to my
beautiful family. For as much torture and hell that I live through every
day, if I did that, it would destroy them. For anyone else who might be
reading this … if you’re at that particular way of thinking … please
think of the people you’d be hurting so badly who would be left. I know
we have these thoughts and how nice it’d be to not wake up again, but we
can’t do this. I’ve mentioned that we have the demons, the torture, the
living hell inside our minds every day … but there’s nothing for it …
despite doing you know “all the right things that they say you should
do”, I still am no better. I’m clearly getting worse. So there we are,
we are just a under-performing, under-achieving (whoops, sorry, that
should have said I am) ……………………….. I want to scream out, I want to cry,
but I can’t do the latter and I’d frighten everyone in this workplace if
I did the former. I can’t even think of anything funny to say. Bye for
now Neil