The last 8 weeks have basically been pure hell internally. I haven’t vocalised it with friends and family and tbh have been trying to hide as much as possible. Faked it through Christmas. Isolated for new year.
A lot came out today when I popped to see my mum and step-dad. Having run into the ex and her new bf earlier today for the first time and having not seen her for 6 months a lot hit like a brick. Despite hating her and certainly never wanting her back I still can’t seem to move on and miss her and my old family life terribly. Guess I’m just too old fashioned for a disposable world.
Still stuck in my head. Still unable to let go. Depression kicking my ass hard. Too many bad thoughts and plans in place including how, where and what my last words will be in writing and messages. Just all in a complete feeling of rejection and failure with no positivity. Work has gone to hell because of my mental health. Pretty sure my time there is limited. No new social connections and feel a burden to friends after all this time. Over a year on and I find myself still in the same place I was.
I’m a shell of who I used to be. I really just don’t see the point. I liken myself to someone in physical pain where out is the right option and the end is a considered relief. Mental pain is misunderstood and it is so consuming with no relief or remedy.
First time I have written this out. Sorry to be the one without a positive update.