What is there to live for when the radio in my head doesn’t shut up and the depression crushes me? Why not just die? I’m so weary of life, I’m so dead inside.
On Wednesday I see dr. I hope he admits me. I’m so tired of life so tired of feeling dead…
I used to want to end it but now I have mild voices and even when it was at its worst I think being in a toxic relationship and working for a bad boss was way worse to my psyche. I just stay busy to offset the voices. Sitting around all day is the worst thing for voices. But when they were terrible I was doing secret missions all around town in my own little world, thinking secret agents were chasing me around town or the people in my dreams were shape shifting and watching me to drive me crazy and discredit my paranoid philosophy I was writing online. I thought the grocery store was run by nazis and you had to know how to read the deals flier in secret code or the food you would eat is poison. Now my voices just comment on everything and say they wanna be with me when I die. At least I have a sense on reality not crazy all day long. I can shrug off some of the voices. It was real bad before. If I get stressed out it gets worse. I hope you get some relief. Try doing concrete things like reality based things staying busy. If you have to go to the hospital because you’re a harm to yourself or others go.
I just exist due to habit and inertia at this point, just do not have to will to end it all and exist from moment to moment seeking small pleasures and passing glimpses of meaning passing by. So I am indifferent, pretty numb to these proceedings occurring around me and somehow it is all right, really.
I’m something like that. I lost all my friends, my sister barley is speaking with me. My parents same. I can’t watch tv because don’t understand nothing. Don’t have with whom to spend my days and talk.