Many times I've tried to write things. Always I've stopped and deleted hours of work in shame. Now I don't even know what I want to say.
My situation is nothing extreme to anyone; were it not for the degradation of my mental health I would have found a way out long ago. To try to explain seems more harmful than saying nothing at all. I know I have the tools to fix it - and who better to know myself than me?
I try to start the chemicals flowing by working on the van, taking short trips with the girlfriend, walking the dog, but internally I do feel like I've given up on life. I do my exercising and take my SSRI's and talk to a therapist and do mindfulness meditation and try CBT techniques and get out into nature and I still feel hollow.
I always thought when I reached this point that I would do something extreme to give it "one last go": travel to another country, sell everything, etc, and if it didn't work? Oh well. Decide then.
Part of me feels like I have no other choice than to adopt a nomadic lifestyle and pray that I can extract a will to live by placing my body in situations in which human evolution will take over and the proper neurons will start to fire and the chemicals will balance out. Unfortunately, this would not my only attempt at escapism which hasn't ultimately worked out so far, so I don't have strong evidence to support that.
I've been waiting on an ADHD medication that may be the clue to everything, but is simultaneously eluding me (followups, missed followups, blood tests, doctor vacation, cardiologist appts, followup cardiologist appts, delays in getting results sent, more doctor vacations). Monday is hopefully the day. God I hope so. It's been February since my first appt.
My SO is off traveling this weekend, so it's me and the dog till then. I wish I could harness my love for her into action but I'm so confused as to what to actually do that most days I sit on my hands and try not to order anything off Amazon for a plan that ultimately fizzles on the vine.
You all seem like lovely people though, so I thought I have to post something at least. Ever feel like there's nothing anyone can possibly say to make things better? That's how this feels, but...maybe it'll help.
And maybe I'll be proven wrong. I like being wrong; it makes me feel more alive, strangely.
Thank you for reading
My situation is nothing extreme to anyone; were it not for the degradation of my mental health I would have found a way out long ago. To try to explain seems more harmful than saying nothing at all. I know I have the tools to fix it - and who better to know myself than me?
I try to start the chemicals flowing by working on the van, taking short trips with the girlfriend, walking the dog, but internally I do feel like I've given up on life. I do my exercising and take my SSRI's and talk to a therapist and do mindfulness meditation and try CBT techniques and get out into nature and I still feel hollow.
I always thought when I reached this point that I would do something extreme to give it "one last go": travel to another country, sell everything, etc, and if it didn't work? Oh well. Decide then.
Part of me feels like I have no other choice than to adopt a nomadic lifestyle and pray that I can extract a will to live by placing my body in situations in which human evolution will take over and the proper neurons will start to fire and the chemicals will balance out. Unfortunately, this would not my only attempt at escapism which hasn't ultimately worked out so far, so I don't have strong evidence to support that.
I've been waiting on an ADHD medication that may be the clue to everything, but is simultaneously eluding me (followups, missed followups, blood tests, doctor vacation, cardiologist appts, followup cardiologist appts, delays in getting results sent, more doctor vacations). Monday is hopefully the day. God I hope so. It's been February since my first appt.
My SO is off traveling this weekend, so it's me and the dog till then. I wish I could harness my love for her into action but I'm so confused as to what to actually do that most days I sit on my hands and try not to order anything off Amazon for a plan that ultimately fizzles on the vine.
You all seem like lovely people though, so I thought I have to post something at least. Ever feel like there's nothing anyone can possibly say to make things better? That's how this feels, but...maybe it'll help.
And maybe I'll be proven wrong. I like being wrong; it makes me feel more alive, strangely.
Thank you for reading