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I am a regular poster here, but am really quite ashamed of all of this. I need help, I need something.
I am in my mid twenties. I have had a very fortunate life up until i hit 21. I guess I'm just not used to the heartache, I can't handle this shit.
My father has been incredibly unstable since suffering brain damage when I was 21. Severe frontal lobe damage. It's hard. He's suicidal a lot, lashes out, does weird shit...let's just say, it's incredibly hard to see. We are all at a point now where we understand that he is not going to get any better. Perhaps it would have been more merciful if he did not survive this. I live at home with my parents, two younger sisters and my boyfriend of five years. I fear for my youngest sister, who is still but a child, as this has been incredibly traumatising on a daily basis for all of us.
Now, my boyfriend has been diagnosed with all sorts of shit. This was about four months ago. He is a fantastic person - everyone absolutely adores him...he's just one of those people. He suffers from mixed affective states, and these are incredibly hard to deal with. He has not been very supportive because the situation is too hard to deal with. I have been with him since I was a teenager. I don't even know what my life would be like without him. Our lives are so ridiculously intertwined, it's going to tear me apart to separate. But I am doing it. I am at a very weak point right now - my family is fucked, and now I am losing the one person I relied on throughout. I am so dependent on him in so many ways. I lost my true support network of friends somewhere along the way...I have no one now. My life has been absolute depression for years now, and I'm tired. I can't watch my family suffer so greatly and be happy. I'm losing my boyfriend - I am sick with fear. I can't deal with this right now, I am too weak and worn from the rest of it.
I have been depressed. I have zero motivation. Because of the daily struggles with my boyfriend and my family, I have completely neglected my own needs. I need to constantly care for my dad and my sisters. My boyfriend is even harder believe it or not. He has been diagnosed with multiple things, and over the last couple of years he has broken. I have to check that he has eaten daily. Financially he is in ruins. He self-medicates with everything, and I have been dragged along for the ride. I have been emotionally, physically and financially worn to nothing, and now I have nothing left. I can't even finish my degree - no motivation, too stressed and depressed. I can't move out now - my boyfriend and I are no longer and I couldn't move in with strangers nor afford my own place. Would abandoning my little sister be the right thing anyway? I don't think so. This household is full of such incredibly pain, you can almost taste it as soon as you walk in the door. There is constant screaming, tears, frustration and anger.
I got addicted to prescription pills at some point too. I'm clean now, but fuck...I need something or I'm going to check out. I can't handle this pain. My boyfriend is coming home tonight and I am going to have him move out. I don't know if this is the right thing, and I am literally sick over it. I am so scared. I can't even imagine it. I am not ready for this, but I can't do it anymore. I love him so much and he makes me so happy, but he just cannot give me what I need. I don't know if I'm going to make it. I cry all the time over him. He disappoints me and lets me down when I need him, and it kills me regularly. He genuinely doesn't mean it or intent to do it though, so after the anger I feel intense guilt. Then he is a mess for days and the cycle continues.
I should have been someone by now, but I have wasted away. I am not the person I used to be, and I have changed for the worst. I am ashamed that I have not realised my academic potential. I am ashamed of the person that I have become. I am a sad, pathetic nobody.
My life used to be perfect...I wasn't ready for this. I don't want to do it anymore. I can't deal with this breakup, I love him too much and I need him. He's the only thing that makes me feel safe and happy. But I can't do it anymore. I can't do anything anymore.
I am in my mid twenties. I have had a very fortunate life up until i hit 21. I guess I'm just not used to the heartache, I can't handle this shit.
My father has been incredibly unstable since suffering brain damage when I was 21. Severe frontal lobe damage. It's hard. He's suicidal a lot, lashes out, does weird shit...let's just say, it's incredibly hard to see. We are all at a point now where we understand that he is not going to get any better. Perhaps it would have been more merciful if he did not survive this. I live at home with my parents, two younger sisters and my boyfriend of five years. I fear for my youngest sister, who is still but a child, as this has been incredibly traumatising on a daily basis for all of us.
Now, my boyfriend has been diagnosed with all sorts of shit. This was about four months ago. He is a fantastic person - everyone absolutely adores him...he's just one of those people. He suffers from mixed affective states, and these are incredibly hard to deal with. He has not been very supportive because the situation is too hard to deal with. I have been with him since I was a teenager. I don't even know what my life would be like without him. Our lives are so ridiculously intertwined, it's going to tear me apart to separate. But I am doing it. I am at a very weak point right now - my family is fucked, and now I am losing the one person I relied on throughout. I am so dependent on him in so many ways. I lost my true support network of friends somewhere along the way...I have no one now. My life has been absolute depression for years now, and I'm tired. I can't watch my family suffer so greatly and be happy. I'm losing my boyfriend - I am sick with fear. I can't deal with this right now, I am too weak and worn from the rest of it.
I have been depressed. I have zero motivation. Because of the daily struggles with my boyfriend and my family, I have completely neglected my own needs. I need to constantly care for my dad and my sisters. My boyfriend is even harder believe it or not. He has been diagnosed with multiple things, and over the last couple of years he has broken. I have to check that he has eaten daily. Financially he is in ruins. He self-medicates with everything, and I have been dragged along for the ride. I have been emotionally, physically and financially worn to nothing, and now I have nothing left. I can't even finish my degree - no motivation, too stressed and depressed. I can't move out now - my boyfriend and I are no longer and I couldn't move in with strangers nor afford my own place. Would abandoning my little sister be the right thing anyway? I don't think so. This household is full of such incredibly pain, you can almost taste it as soon as you walk in the door. There is constant screaming, tears, frustration and anger.
I got addicted to prescription pills at some point too. I'm clean now, but fuck...I need something or I'm going to check out. I can't handle this pain. My boyfriend is coming home tonight and I am going to have him move out. I don't know if this is the right thing, and I am literally sick over it. I am so scared. I can't even imagine it. I am not ready for this, but I can't do it anymore. I love him so much and he makes me so happy, but he just cannot give me what I need. I don't know if I'm going to make it. I cry all the time over him. He disappoints me and lets me down when I need him, and it kills me regularly. He genuinely doesn't mean it or intent to do it though, so after the anger I feel intense guilt. Then he is a mess for days and the cycle continues.
I should have been someone by now, but I have wasted away. I am not the person I used to be, and I have changed for the worst. I am ashamed that I have not realised my academic potential. I am ashamed of the person that I have become. I am a sad, pathetic nobody.
My life used to be perfect...I wasn't ready for this. I don't want to do it anymore. I can't deal with this breakup, I love him too much and I need him. He's the only thing that makes me feel safe and happy. But I can't do it anymore. I can't do anything anymore.