No hope of a better life
6PM breakfast bowl of Greek yoghurt and fruit and a glass of milk.
My mother is sat behind me as I eat this lol. When I came down she said she thought I was dead and didn't even ask how I am. Not that it would matter. She'd talk about her own problems and dismiss mine, like she does everyday!
Anyways, I went to the doctors recently about my fibromyalgia and they've agreed there's nothing that will help me besides doing what I'm already doing, which is yoga in the morning. That doesn't help either, and I'm in constant agony. They called a second time to discuss my depression and I told them I'm resistant to everything I've tried: several types of antidepressants and therapies for a decade. None have helped. I'm weening off my antidepressants because they've done nothing to help. The advice I was given is if I do try to commit suicide is to ask for help because 'there's always something we can do to help.' Yeah, right.
I'm stuck at home with my narcissistic mother, being her caregiver whilst trying to manage my disabilities. I'm unable to work, and I'm currently taking a break from university (I'm strudying creative writing) because I'm too in pain and overwhelmed. I just wish there was a light at the end of the tunnel, but I'm probably going to be taking care of my mother for the next few decades, trying to make success by publishing books if I can even get to that point so I can have some type of income besides benefits.