I don’t know why I’m here
Hey y’all!
I haven’t used in quite some time (almost a year) but I’m struggling so hard. I know it’s not the 7, but something I need to work through. My wife still hates me, understandably. She married me, a total dud. I fuck everything up, my job sucks, I haven’t seen my sister or met my new nephew in 6 years, I don’t see my mom, I’m lazy. These days I wake up at 6-7 and just lay there in a panic until my wife wakes up. Those are the worst moments, when I’m most scared of everything, included myself.
I think I come here because I miss a little bit of that newcomer hope. That and I love to help those folks. I know my psychiatric meds need adjustment and I have an appointment but in the meantime it’s been so dark.
I met my pastor but there’s still a part of me drifting to the end. I’ve ideated since I was a teenager. It always felt like a relief, a safety valve. Now I’m 38 and thoughts I used to be able to control have taken on a life of their own. They only have up to go, and now I have plans and letters and all that. I never thought I would.
Crying brings me relief. I’ve reached out to so many people. I guess I’m here bc I need help and this place has helped me before.
I’ll tell you one thing though - I am never going back to that shit. We can do this. We have dignity, we have love. We have each other.
In love,
P