this doesn't make any sense
When I'm depressed I fantasize about dying. Then I get a panic attack and I genuinely think I'm dying. I'd expect myself to feel relieved but quite the opposite happened. Why?
Possibly panic was the only way my subconscious could force me to reach out to another person (namely through the crisis hotline) and reconsider the seriousness of my plans.
Possibly I don't want to die; I just want to stop being alive. I want it to stop hurting and if I feel and remember nothing, then it wouldn't hurt anymore. The main reason I don't do it is the pain would just be spread out to those closest to me, and they don't deserve that.
They deserve better than I have given them, not worse. I don't know how to do better though. Every thoughtless thing I do, I choose because the consequence or significance of my actions doesn't ever occur to me until well after the fact. I'm trying to learn to be better and that's what seeing a priest is all about. Yet the more I work on that side the worse my depression gets.
In the back of my mind I know why. I'm not ready to face it though. It's like stuffing all the junk in the closet because you don't have time to really clean. Yet the more crap you stuff in the closet the more careful you have to be when opening the door and that's kind of the state my psyche is in right now.
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