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Ex-Bluelighter
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I don't know whether or not I should blame drugs, whether they've helped me cope in difficult situations or simply exacerbated my difficulties. I often find myself questioning the worth of my existence but I know that no matter how depressed I become I will never take my own life. This sounds like a good thing but living in this limbo is torturous and even when my mood improves it's merely due to a lack of options, I never take any real action to resolve the situation, I just wait for the overwhelming misery to pass.
I've been seeing a counsellor for over a year now and I can safely say things have not improved in the slightest, life is probably worse for me now than it ever was. I feel entirely alone, surrounded by people that I don't care about and that don't care about me. I can't empathise with other people anymore, I am desperately bitter and cynical and probably selfish. At the same time, I feel worthless and used, I don't really know why. I've had an awful lot of friendships but after finishing school two months ago I find I have no close friends at all. I'm starting college in a couple of months and I'm not convinced my situation will change massively - I'll still be myself, afterall, and I don't exactly have the best track record socially. I've been dumped by close friends, often for no reason, but also for my vulnerable mental state (eating disorder) and my poor lifestyle choices (drugs) and I've purposely ended relations with friends, although the reverse has been far more common. I don't feel like I've anything in common with other people my age, and when I'm in social situations I feel a bit disconnected, not really interested in those around me.
So counselling hasn't worked, but I don't think I have depression worthy of medication. And even if I did, what would antidepressants do for me? Turn me into a fucking zombie with no emotions whatsoever and a bigger junkie than I would be if I continued my heroin use. And they could make me fat, and when I was bulimic I would've chosen death over gaining weight. In fact, I risked my life on a regular basis for the sake of staying within a calorie limit. I'm diabetic, you see, and for months on end I didn't eat after 5pm and had hypoglycemic episodes every night and ignored my symptoms, praying that I wouldn't die in my sleep. As well as that, antidepressants could possibly make me worse than I already am, and even if they worked I can't stay on them forever so I'd eventually have to face all this anyway. How do I know if I need medication? I used to think it was great that GPs would prescribe you anything you asked for but right now I'd rather somebody would take authority and make that decision for me. I can't decide how severe my feelings are, I've never experienced the suffering of anyone else and I don't know how much turmoil one must endure unaided, how much is simply part of life?
And then there's the drugs, I'm not addicted to any drug but I still feel so guilty about spending so much money on them. It's ridiculous really, as soon as you've used all the drugs you find yourself in the exact same situation only broke. I like a bit of heroin, it used to be 1-2 bags a month but it's now 4-5 bags a month now. Still, no physical addiction yet so heroin hasn't ruined me just yet. I do other drugs too, anything I can get my hands on really. Aside from the money, the guilt of lying to my mother about my drug use is really getting to me. She has more than enough evidence to believe that I use drugs but I thought that if I denied it until I was caught in the act that I'd save us both - she could remain in denial about it and I wouldn't have to face such confrontation. What's the point in admitting it anyway? Her youngest daughter uses heroin, telling the truth for once isn't going to make her feel any better about that fact. At least if I continue to deny it then she'll be some way hopeful that I don't really use drugs.
The thing is, she's done everything for me and she's had a hard time herself (My father left her after 25 years of being married). I resent my father, but I haven't stopped talking to him because I'd feel incredibly guilty if I did. But he hurt me and my mother so much I don't think I can ever forgive him, and yet, I dreamt that he killed himself because of me and felt the most horrendous sense of guilt. How can you base a relationship on guilt? And why do I feel guilty, when he was the one that did wrong? He claims to feel bad about what he did but I think he's a typical narcissist and only capable of superficial remorse.
I could write on and on but I'll be lucky if anyone reads this much. I just wish there was more to life than this but I can't see a way out. I would really appreciate any advice anyone has to offer, thanks for reading this head-wrecking shit that I can't share with anyone else.
I've been seeing a counsellor for over a year now and I can safely say things have not improved in the slightest, life is probably worse for me now than it ever was. I feel entirely alone, surrounded by people that I don't care about and that don't care about me. I can't empathise with other people anymore, I am desperately bitter and cynical and probably selfish. At the same time, I feel worthless and used, I don't really know why. I've had an awful lot of friendships but after finishing school two months ago I find I have no close friends at all. I'm starting college in a couple of months and I'm not convinced my situation will change massively - I'll still be myself, afterall, and I don't exactly have the best track record socially. I've been dumped by close friends, often for no reason, but also for my vulnerable mental state (eating disorder) and my poor lifestyle choices (drugs) and I've purposely ended relations with friends, although the reverse has been far more common. I don't feel like I've anything in common with other people my age, and when I'm in social situations I feel a bit disconnected, not really interested in those around me.
So counselling hasn't worked, but I don't think I have depression worthy of medication. And even if I did, what would antidepressants do for me? Turn me into a fucking zombie with no emotions whatsoever and a bigger junkie than I would be if I continued my heroin use. And they could make me fat, and when I was bulimic I would've chosen death over gaining weight. In fact, I risked my life on a regular basis for the sake of staying within a calorie limit. I'm diabetic, you see, and for months on end I didn't eat after 5pm and had hypoglycemic episodes every night and ignored my symptoms, praying that I wouldn't die in my sleep. As well as that, antidepressants could possibly make me worse than I already am, and even if they worked I can't stay on them forever so I'd eventually have to face all this anyway. How do I know if I need medication? I used to think it was great that GPs would prescribe you anything you asked for but right now I'd rather somebody would take authority and make that decision for me. I can't decide how severe my feelings are, I've never experienced the suffering of anyone else and I don't know how much turmoil one must endure unaided, how much is simply part of life?
And then there's the drugs, I'm not addicted to any drug but I still feel so guilty about spending so much money on them. It's ridiculous really, as soon as you've used all the drugs you find yourself in the exact same situation only broke. I like a bit of heroin, it used to be 1-2 bags a month but it's now 4-5 bags a month now. Still, no physical addiction yet so heroin hasn't ruined me just yet. I do other drugs too, anything I can get my hands on really. Aside from the money, the guilt of lying to my mother about my drug use is really getting to me. She has more than enough evidence to believe that I use drugs but I thought that if I denied it until I was caught in the act that I'd save us both - she could remain in denial about it and I wouldn't have to face such confrontation. What's the point in admitting it anyway? Her youngest daughter uses heroin, telling the truth for once isn't going to make her feel any better about that fact. At least if I continue to deny it then she'll be some way hopeful that I don't really use drugs.
The thing is, she's done everything for me and she's had a hard time herself (My father left her after 25 years of being married). I resent my father, but I haven't stopped talking to him because I'd feel incredibly guilty if I did. But he hurt me and my mother so much I don't think I can ever forgive him, and yet, I dreamt that he killed himself because of me and felt the most horrendous sense of guilt. How can you base a relationship on guilt? And why do I feel guilty, when he was the one that did wrong? He claims to feel bad about what he did but I think he's a typical narcissist and only capable of superficial remorse.
I could write on and on but I'll be lucky if anyone reads this much. I just wish there was more to life than this but I can't see a way out. I would really appreciate any advice anyone has to offer, thanks for reading this head-wrecking shit that I can't share with anyone else.

Do you feel that the counselor you are seeing doesn't challenge you or that you don't click or that it is just all meaningless talk? You sound like you are dealing with some pretty major depression and giving your body and brain a break from drugs would probably really help, but I also think that maybe you need to look for a different therapist. Have you ever tried any of the more active forms of therapy like Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT) or Mindfulness Techniques. I have found talk-therapy to be useful in a few situations but for general anxiety and depression it has not been that helpful for me. I like therapy that actually gives you tools that you can try to internalize and use to combat your own negative thought patterns.