BrokedownPalace
Bluelight Crew
Morning everyone. Kinda long, but if you do read it I really appreciate it, and thank you. I guess at the end if you don't want to read all of it i'll put alittle summary..
Sorry if I haven't been active in OD as much as I could be the past few days, my situation at home is critical. Yesterday I had two separate complete meltdowns/mental breakdowns.. Crying, etc. I don't feel like typing my whole bullshit life out but I seriously am seriously hanging on by my last thread. I can't take it anymore. I seriously can't. And my mom who is mostly well organized, calm and rational is on the edge as well. She is freaking out, can't take it anymore.
My addiction and drug use and mental issues and problems and my mere existence are the root of most of these problems. I wouldn't care really if it only affected me, but it is seriously putting my mom in a bad place too. Despite her sticking by me and helping me and wanting me to get better, it seriously seems like all I manage to do is fuck up everything i touch and ruin her life as well as mine. I am so withdrawn and rarely leave my house, only talk to one or two of my friends.. I just can't go on.
My miserable existence on this planet is honestly pointless. I must be in hell, there were a number of times wher I without a doubt should have died, but for some reason no matter what happens I seem to survive. Disease, accidents, od's, kidnapped at gun point, shoved in my trunk and beat in the head with a gun, shot at..
My sole purpose on this earth is to suffer. I'm just a hopeless waste of life, a toxic mass that infects anything and everything.
People always tell me I have some greater purpose since I survive all these incidents. And I sincerely believe them. But it seems my sole greater purpose is to suffer. Mentally, and physically.
I just want off methadone so badly, my last dose is going to be monday. Since I suffer 24 hours a day anyways, might as well ramp it up. Maybe it'll be fun. Maybe i'll get lucky and just fucking die.
Summary
My existence is purely miserable and the fact it is hurting my mom is really killing me. she has done so much for me, stuck by my side no matter what, but due to my mental afflictions/drug abuse/cancer I have effectively ruined her life. We are flat broke, she gets social security, and I currently get disability and rental assistance. Between the two of us in this house our total income is around 2500 a month. we can barely pay our bills or by food. And believe me, we have exhausted many avenues for help, and have borrowed a lot of money from my uncle but we can't keep doing that anymore.
It honestly seems like there is no way out. Sometimes I will make a little progress, but then something else happens and I just end up taking two steps back, ending up worse off then before I made the progress. It's anever ending cycle of piss and shit and its not fair. All I want in life is to be happy, and to be a good son, and help make my mom's life more enjoyable/easier..
It's just not fair.
Sorry if I haven't been active in OD as much as I could be the past few days, my situation at home is critical. Yesterday I had two separate complete meltdowns/mental breakdowns.. Crying, etc. I don't feel like typing my whole bullshit life out but I seriously am seriously hanging on by my last thread. I can't take it anymore. I seriously can't. And my mom who is mostly well organized, calm and rational is on the edge as well. She is freaking out, can't take it anymore.
My addiction and drug use and mental issues and problems and my mere existence are the root of most of these problems. I wouldn't care really if it only affected me, but it is seriously putting my mom in a bad place too. Despite her sticking by me and helping me and wanting me to get better, it seriously seems like all I manage to do is fuck up everything i touch and ruin her life as well as mine. I am so withdrawn and rarely leave my house, only talk to one or two of my friends.. I just can't go on.
My miserable existence on this planet is honestly pointless. I must be in hell, there were a number of times wher I without a doubt should have died, but for some reason no matter what happens I seem to survive. Disease, accidents, od's, kidnapped at gun point, shoved in my trunk and beat in the head with a gun, shot at..
My sole purpose on this earth is to suffer. I'm just a hopeless waste of life, a toxic mass that infects anything and everything.
People always tell me I have some greater purpose since I survive all these incidents. And I sincerely believe them. But it seems my sole greater purpose is to suffer. Mentally, and physically.
I just want off methadone so badly, my last dose is going to be monday. Since I suffer 24 hours a day anyways, might as well ramp it up. Maybe it'll be fun. Maybe i'll get lucky and just fucking die.
Summary
My existence is purely miserable and the fact it is hurting my mom is really killing me. she has done so much for me, stuck by my side no matter what, but due to my mental afflictions/drug abuse/cancer I have effectively ruined her life. We are flat broke, she gets social security, and I currently get disability and rental assistance. Between the two of us in this house our total income is around 2500 a month. we can barely pay our bills or by food. And believe me, we have exhausted many avenues for help, and have borrowed a lot of money from my uncle but we can't keep doing that anymore.
It honestly seems like there is no way out. Sometimes I will make a little progress, but then something else happens and I just end up taking two steps back, ending up worse off then before I made the progress. It's anever ending cycle of piss and shit and its not fair. All I want in life is to be happy, and to be a good son, and help make my mom's life more enjoyable/easier..
It's just not fair.