Nyktimos
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This may sound a stupid question, but I don't know whether I'm depressed in a clinical sense, or just unhappy.
OK, right now I feel most of the time that it would be so much easier to just be dead than to try to find something in life that makes me feel fulfilled especially since, at 35, I'm no closer to knowing what I need to feel life is worth it. I swing between getting on with things while I'm stuck here because I don't want to hurt anyone, and desperately wanting to die to stop the constant pain and emptiness. Sometimes on an hour by hour basis.
I could blame the miserable relationship I feel stuck in right now, but I know I felt the same way before that.
I could blame the fact that the love of my life has moved on, and the emptiness that she left hasn't even begun to heal in 8 years, but I felt the same before that.
I could blame the difficult relationship I had with her, and the fear that if I met someone who fills that void, we will be no better suited to one another. She once told me to get help, and when I said that a doctor couldn't 'change reality' she told me they can help you see things differently. She had already been through more crap than I could imagine by that point.
But then, I've had this feeling more or less all my life. When I was very young, without realising what it really meant, I told my mother that I didn't want to live. It seemed the most natural thing in the world then to just not want to live. She told me I was too young to say things like that, which I now think she meant because I wasn't yet an angst-ridden teenager, or even near to being one.
Perhaps I could blame my father leaving the family to be with his bit on the side, my first clear memory. I didn't make the connection until recently, but I've been obsessed since with how you know you can trust someone, and terrified of being hurt like that again, my whole life. He came back, but when parents cheat on their spouses, they cheat on their kids!
Or maybe my brain is just wired up wrong!
I don't know anymore, but I'm starting to realise that I can't find a solution on my own. But am I just a whiny twat who can't get over the slightest bloody misfortune and get on with his life? Or do I have a real problem? And is it likely to be something in the brain, or some pschological stuff?
Where do I go? Am I going to be on drugs the rest of my life?
To think I found this forum cuz I was feeling a bit down one day. It only occured to me to type this today.
OK, right now I feel most of the time that it would be so much easier to just be dead than to try to find something in life that makes me feel fulfilled especially since, at 35, I'm no closer to knowing what I need to feel life is worth it. I swing between getting on with things while I'm stuck here because I don't want to hurt anyone, and desperately wanting to die to stop the constant pain and emptiness. Sometimes on an hour by hour basis.
I could blame the miserable relationship I feel stuck in right now, but I know I felt the same way before that.
I could blame the fact that the love of my life has moved on, and the emptiness that she left hasn't even begun to heal in 8 years, but I felt the same before that.
I could blame the difficult relationship I had with her, and the fear that if I met someone who fills that void, we will be no better suited to one another. She once told me to get help, and when I said that a doctor couldn't 'change reality' she told me they can help you see things differently. She had already been through more crap than I could imagine by that point.
But then, I've had this feeling more or less all my life. When I was very young, without realising what it really meant, I told my mother that I didn't want to live. It seemed the most natural thing in the world then to just not want to live. She told me I was too young to say things like that, which I now think she meant because I wasn't yet an angst-ridden teenager, or even near to being one.
Perhaps I could blame my father leaving the family to be with his bit on the side, my first clear memory. I didn't make the connection until recently, but I've been obsessed since with how you know you can trust someone, and terrified of being hurt like that again, my whole life. He came back, but when parents cheat on their spouses, they cheat on their kids!
Or maybe my brain is just wired up wrong!
I don't know anymore, but I'm starting to realise that I can't find a solution on my own. But am I just a whiny twat who can't get over the slightest bloody misfortune and get on with his life? Or do I have a real problem? And is it likely to be something in the brain, or some pschological stuff?
Where do I go? Am I going to be on drugs the rest of my life?
To think I found this forum cuz I was feeling a bit down one day. It only occured to me to type this today.