Guys, I'm having a really hard time. I went on a vacation with my family to South Carolina (my dad is a member of a hunting camp up there). It's in the middle of no where and the land has a lot of history. I was so excited to bring my metal detector and go out in nature and hopefully find something cool. I was so sure that all that would reignite the happy places in my brain.
It didn't. I found nothing cool. The only parts I enjoyed was being in the woods with the wind blowing through the trees. It was so quiet. It felt spiritual.
But since I got back, I'm lower than I've ever been. I feel like I want to scream at the top of my lungs until i run out of breath, and even then i would only be expressing a fraction of the agony i feel.
I've been open minded. I've been patient. I've done the meditating, the talking to people, the exercise, the getting out in nature, the journaling, the positive self talk - everything I can think of and yet still, I go to bed every night praying that I don't fucking wake up.
I feel worthless. I know I will never amount to anything. I'm just a burden on my family. I'm a shitty mother, a shitty daughter, and a shitty girlfriend - which makes me a burden to the people I love the most.
I just wanna give up because what's the fucking point. No life is a waste, someone once told me, even if that life is to serve as a bad example - a cautionary tale.
I feel like my life is one of those. I'm so tired of fighting my demons. I've been fighting them my whole life.
In those woods, with the wind blowing through the trees, I cried out to any god that was listening. Please. Show me a sign. Show me you're there. Show me I'm supposed to be here.
Silence.
I just wanna give up. I wish I wasn't such a coward. I could've ended my life before I caused so much hurt to the people I love.