Shambles
Bluelight Crew
I am doing that too, for sure. Is not just that though. The other stuff (housing/social) was a problem from the moment I chose to move here though. Was just much easier to put to back of mind when I had pleasing distractions is all. Am in shitty situation with little or no hope of escape the whole time but now I am much more acutely aware of that fact cos there are no distractions left at all.
Am genuinely worried about my mental state of late cos it seems to be rapidly degenerating. That recent period of rather intense suicidal contemplation (and really was contemplation rather than the usual just being at end of tether and throwing a wobbly stuff I'm used to - I didn't even feel in control of my own thoughts cos simply could not think of anything else for days on end) has faded somewhat. It's even possible it could've been brought on by recent illness and/or meds (both prescribed meds had "acute mental health issues" (specifically depression, psychosis and visual/auditory hallucinations) and singled out suicidal thoughts for special warning). The overwhelmingly oppressive thought-loops do seem to have passed (or certainly greatly lessened) but am a long way from being a happy bunny all the same.
The kinda thoughts that went through my head may not be ones I have even the slightest interest in acting on but they are fundamentally true and kinda depressing with it. Ones that came most often tended to revolve around the complete waste of time it's all been so far. I'm getting on for forty and have made such little impression on anything that if I died tomorrow the only people who'd be at my funeral would be my mother (she'd probably bring her boyfriend cos she'd need a lift but he doesn't really count as a funeral-goes for that reason) and my remaining brothers. Is not much to show for a life. Not saying that nobody else would care (cos I'm sure some people would) but nobody else would ever even know.
The one that bothered me most was kinda related to that. Was the thought that if I died right now falling off the bog in a drunken stupor, or hanging from a door handle after a bout of autoerotic asphyxiation, or for any reason at all for that matter, if I were to shuffle from this mortal coil now or any other time whilst I'm stuck here it would only be when I'd rotted down to a pool of stinky goo anybody would know it had happened. Would have to freeze-dry me instead of cremating me so I didn't put out the ovens at the crematorium. Possibly. Is just not a nice realisation to have when it is completely factually accurate. A stupid thing to fixate on, for sure, but I'm sure plenty peeps know how it goes when negative mindstates settle in for a while.
Morbidity aside, the common thread is the relevant bit. The isolation is just getting to me more and more by the moment. Can't bear it. Half the time I'm worried I'm losing the plot and becoming... well... the kinda person for whom face-to-face conversations have become pretty much one-off annual events at best. And the other half of the time I'm just plain miserable. Am a very self-contained person, very comfortable with my own company, never get bored cos I am all I need... or at least I always thought so. Is very different when you no longer have a choice though. Particularly when you can't see how to even get to a stage where there could be a choice in the future.
Is true I'm feeling kinda bleak for perfectly sensible reasons at the moment - bereavement is a terrible thing - but my situation genuinely is bleak. And far too close to being actually hopeless for comfort. Grief will pass but situation will remain the same and it's the latter part which is causing the real problem. Hence all the recent postings of misery and woe. I never get any outside perspective on anything unless I ask here cos there is nobody else to ask. Although I guess I'm not really asking anything (unless any of y'all happen to be landlords with accommodation available somewhere nice for folk on benefits - longshot but gotta be worth an ask :D) so much as just spouting - getting stuff off chest cos am weighed down a bit heavy at the moment. It's either this or The Samaritans and the latter don't have a choonz thread so...
Am genuinely worried about my mental state of late cos it seems to be rapidly degenerating. That recent period of rather intense suicidal contemplation (and really was contemplation rather than the usual just being at end of tether and throwing a wobbly stuff I'm used to - I didn't even feel in control of my own thoughts cos simply could not think of anything else for days on end) has faded somewhat. It's even possible it could've been brought on by recent illness and/or meds (both prescribed meds had "acute mental health issues" (specifically depression, psychosis and visual/auditory hallucinations) and singled out suicidal thoughts for special warning). The overwhelmingly oppressive thought-loops do seem to have passed (or certainly greatly lessened) but am a long way from being a happy bunny all the same.
The kinda thoughts that went through my head may not be ones I have even the slightest interest in acting on but they are fundamentally true and kinda depressing with it. Ones that came most often tended to revolve around the complete waste of time it's all been so far. I'm getting on for forty and have made such little impression on anything that if I died tomorrow the only people who'd be at my funeral would be my mother (she'd probably bring her boyfriend cos she'd need a lift but he doesn't really count as a funeral-goes for that reason) and my remaining brothers. Is not much to show for a life. Not saying that nobody else would care (cos I'm sure some people would) but nobody else would ever even know.
The one that bothered me most was kinda related to that. Was the thought that if I died right now falling off the bog in a drunken stupor, or hanging from a door handle after a bout of autoerotic asphyxiation, or for any reason at all for that matter, if I were to shuffle from this mortal coil now or any other time whilst I'm stuck here it would only be when I'd rotted down to a pool of stinky goo anybody would know it had happened. Would have to freeze-dry me instead of cremating me so I didn't put out the ovens at the crematorium. Possibly. Is just not a nice realisation to have when it is completely factually accurate. A stupid thing to fixate on, for sure, but I'm sure plenty peeps know how it goes when negative mindstates settle in for a while.
Morbidity aside, the common thread is the relevant bit. The isolation is just getting to me more and more by the moment. Can't bear it. Half the time I'm worried I'm losing the plot and becoming... well... the kinda person for whom face-to-face conversations have become pretty much one-off annual events at best. And the other half of the time I'm just plain miserable. Am a very self-contained person, very comfortable with my own company, never get bored cos I am all I need... or at least I always thought so. Is very different when you no longer have a choice though. Particularly when you can't see how to even get to a stage where there could be a choice in the future.
Is true I'm feeling kinda bleak for perfectly sensible reasons at the moment - bereavement is a terrible thing - but my situation genuinely is bleak. And far too close to being actually hopeless for comfort. Grief will pass but situation will remain the same and it's the latter part which is causing the real problem. Hence all the recent postings of misery and woe. I never get any outside perspective on anything unless I ask here cos there is nobody else to ask. Although I guess I'm not really asking anything (unless any of y'all happen to be landlords with accommodation available somewhere nice for folk on benefits - longshot but gotta be worth an ask :D) so much as just spouting - getting stuff off chest cos am weighed down a bit heavy at the moment. It's either this or The Samaritans and the latter don't have a choonz thread so...