saramajara
Bluelighter
I'm dealing with major depression combined with methadone withdrawal. ( and recently moved to the other side of the country alone) Most days I can't get out of bed, I'm suicidal and can't handle life. But most of all I have this feeling of extreme guilt for my laziness. I feel like I should be doing SOMETHING, when I feel like I can't do anything. My personal hygiene has gone to shit. It's a good day if I brush my teeth. probobly been a month since ive had a proper bath. (gross) But I can't shake the feeling that this is all because I'm just plain lazy, and feel like everyone in my life is mad at me for being a sloth. Does anyone else get this guilt complex when depression is at its worst. What can I do? What do you do? Am I just lazy and terrible? Please help me make some sense of these feelings!
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the methadone withdrawal is ongoing, as i'm detoxing slowly going down, and my dose doesn't hold me for 24 hours. If it weren't for the methadone, id be a psych unit pronto. but i wake up every morning in bad withdrawal, about 3 hours later its calmed down to a runny nose. I just upped my dose (another source of guilt) and still getting bad withdrawal.
I feel like ive lost the prime of my life, and all good has passed. im 29. terrified of turning 30. no friends to speak of. no job. no money. The only thing i have left is my wonderful dog, who i feel so guilty for being a bad mom too. she needs more walks but i'm literally incapable of going out for a stroll.
I cant sleep. i cant eat. i cant seem to do anything but complain and watch tv.
i live with my dad and i feel like he just thinks im a lazy peice of shit. and i feel that way too.
i have all these little plans on how to kill myself, but i cant leave my dog and im too much of a coward.
am i just lazy like everyone thinks? how to i help myself. im at the end of my rope.
edit:
the methadone withdrawal is ongoing, as i'm detoxing slowly going down, and my dose doesn't hold me for 24 hours. If it weren't for the methadone, id be a psych unit pronto. but i wake up every morning in bad withdrawal, about 3 hours later its calmed down to a runny nose. I just upped my dose (another source of guilt) and still getting bad withdrawal.
I feel like ive lost the prime of my life, and all good has passed. im 29. terrified of turning 30. no friends to speak of. no job. no money. The only thing i have left is my wonderful dog, who i feel so guilty for being a bad mom too. she needs more walks but i'm literally incapable of going out for a stroll.
I cant sleep. i cant eat. i cant seem to do anything but complain and watch tv.
i live with my dad and i feel like he just thinks im a lazy peice of shit. and i feel that way too.
i have all these little plans on how to kill myself, but i cant leave my dog and im too much of a coward.
am i just lazy like everyone thinks? how to i help myself. im at the end of my rope.
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