Dear Fellow TDS peeps,
This is a longish post so please don't feel you have to read the whole darned thing but I really wanted to lay it out as plainly and as clearly as I was able so that you understood the whole picture and could then. hopefully, offer me some advice, because I'm truly lost.
I could really use some constructive thoughts, advice, ideas and, if need be, criticisim.
Firstly, I send my love and prayers to anyone of you out there struggling with something seemingly impossible to deal with - believe I'm here suffering too and really know and understand that awful painof feeling trapped and impotent.... powerless to act and improve one's situation, even with folk surrounding you just shouting "pull your socks up and just get on wih it" - as if the main barrier between your suffering and the promised land happiness is simply you no trying hard enough to be happy.
My problem: several mornings each week (average 3, sometimes EVERY morning, occasionally 2 mornings) when I'm up from my bed and heading to the coffee machine or waiting for the coffee to brew I wander round aimlessly repeating the following mantra over and over and over again:
"I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life."
I also awake most nights from horrible nightmares/flashbacks which always have me transported back to when I was being sexually abused and raped 18 years ago........and find myself whispering over and over and over again:
"I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life."
AT present I'm blessed enough to be seeing a counsellor on a weekly basis (for a course of 12 x 1hr sesssions, paid for my my church Diocese as blood money to ease their collective conscience for failing to see I was being sexually abused years ago by one of their own priests and, even worse, failing to inform the police once they DID know) and although we go over a lot of stuff each week I can't stop saying the aforementioned self-destructive mantra.
Problem being that I TRULY DO hate my life.
I'm stuck in a prescription merry-go-round of high dose fentanyl, oxynorm and diazepam - which get refilled on a fortnightly basis (all prescirbed for a progressive and extremely painful form of arthritis whic afflicts young(ish
guys like myself of 33.). A veritable GIANT of a gorilla on my back.
For years I've been battling to reduce to nothing my non-prescribed benzos and have finally succeeded but my gf found a scribbled wishlist (which was nothing more.....just some cravings scribbled down on a scrap of paper and shoved into my wallet where | forgot about it)...... and she's now gonna leave me over it.
Due to a posession of Class C drugs (benzos) on my record in 2006 which I was cautioned for.....
(to my friends in the U.S. Class C is the least serious class of drugs and I didn't even have to appear in court: just got interviewed and warned not to do it again hence the "caution"...... in the States - correct me if a wrong - but I think that would be misdemeanour possession which would get expunged from my record after a while.... is that correct?)..........
.........It's next to impossible now for me to find work in the teaching profession here in the U.K. for which I'm qualified and have trained and have several years experience in the classroom....... due to the extremely stringent checks which schools - correctly in my opinion, believe it or not because it catches those scumbag paedos trying to get hemselves into the classroom around kids - now have to conduct these days on any teacher applying for work at ANY school in the UK.
So basically I'm 33: with a 2:1 BA Hons in English Lit and Spanish; a Post-Grad teaching qualification in Secondary (High-School) English and 3 years teaching experience in Sweden, Scotland and England.
Furthermore, I've weaned myself clean (with help from GA) from a 20 year-long gambling habit; did away with a daily 3-year long strong benzo addiction (thing 20mg of clonazepam and up to 10mg of alprzolam daily...... I had two tonic-clonic seizures directly related to said habit and still can't believe I'm not six foot under) and am currently trying to come to terms with the 18-month long period of sexual abuse I endured when I was 16.... the legacy of which has caused several serious suicide attempts over the years.
I'm currently seeing a counsellor on a weekly basis for 12 sessions and have three sessions with a slinical psychiatrsit who specialises in male sexual abuse survivors to look forward to.
BUT I STILL WANT TO DIE.
The mirtazapine and duloxetine don't do shit for my spirit-crushing, life-sapping depression; my one remaining disciple [i.e.my beloved girlfriend who's been with me for 22 months] (please understand that term was written tongue in cheek) is leaving me, I think in search for a lower-maintenance boyfriend (my words... but I doubt if she'd argue too much if she read them)
and very soon I'll be alone.
I can't return to my parents' house (even if they'd have me it'd be unfair to impose further on them after everything they've tried to help me with over the years), can't go to my big brother's (his gf hates me and, as with my parents, I've already imposed on him way too much over the years) and have no other real friends in the UK.
Please help me.
Without improvement I'm fairly certain I'm going to off myself within the next 2 to 3 weeks. I'm tired, so tired, of fighting against the tide and can't take much more.
Any thoughts?
Much love,
DhcDavid
This is a longish post so please don't feel you have to read the whole darned thing but I really wanted to lay it out as plainly and as clearly as I was able so that you understood the whole picture and could then. hopefully, offer me some advice, because I'm truly lost.
I could really use some constructive thoughts, advice, ideas and, if need be, criticisim.
Firstly, I send my love and prayers to anyone of you out there struggling with something seemingly impossible to deal with - believe I'm here suffering too and really know and understand that awful painof feeling trapped and impotent.... powerless to act and improve one's situation, even with folk surrounding you just shouting "pull your socks up and just get on wih it" - as if the main barrier between your suffering and the promised land happiness is simply you no trying hard enough to be happy.
My problem: several mornings each week (average 3, sometimes EVERY morning, occasionally 2 mornings) when I'm up from my bed and heading to the coffee machine or waiting for the coffee to brew I wander round aimlessly repeating the following mantra over and over and over again:
"I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life."
I also awake most nights from horrible nightmares/flashbacks which always have me transported back to when I was being sexually abused and raped 18 years ago........and find myself whispering over and over and over again:
"I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life."
AT present I'm blessed enough to be seeing a counsellor on a weekly basis (for a course of 12 x 1hr sesssions, paid for my my church Diocese as blood money to ease their collective conscience for failing to see I was being sexually abused years ago by one of their own priests and, even worse, failing to inform the police once they DID know) and although we go over a lot of stuff each week I can't stop saying the aforementioned self-destructive mantra.
Problem being that I TRULY DO hate my life.
I'm stuck in a prescription merry-go-round of high dose fentanyl, oxynorm and diazepam - which get refilled on a fortnightly basis (all prescirbed for a progressive and extremely painful form of arthritis whic afflicts young(ish

For years I've been battling to reduce to nothing my non-prescribed benzos and have finally succeeded but my gf found a scribbled wishlist (which was nothing more.....just some cravings scribbled down on a scrap of paper and shoved into my wallet where | forgot about it)...... and she's now gonna leave me over it.
Due to a posession of Class C drugs (benzos) on my record in 2006 which I was cautioned for.....
(to my friends in the U.S. Class C is the least serious class of drugs and I didn't even have to appear in court: just got interviewed and warned not to do it again hence the "caution"...... in the States - correct me if a wrong - but I think that would be misdemeanour possession which would get expunged from my record after a while.... is that correct?)..........
.........It's next to impossible now for me to find work in the teaching profession here in the U.K. for which I'm qualified and have trained and have several years experience in the classroom....... due to the extremely stringent checks which schools - correctly in my opinion, believe it or not because it catches those scumbag paedos trying to get hemselves into the classroom around kids - now have to conduct these days on any teacher applying for work at ANY school in the UK.
So basically I'm 33: with a 2:1 BA Hons in English Lit and Spanish; a Post-Grad teaching qualification in Secondary (High-School) English and 3 years teaching experience in Sweden, Scotland and England.
Furthermore, I've weaned myself clean (with help from GA) from a 20 year-long gambling habit; did away with a daily 3-year long strong benzo addiction (thing 20mg of clonazepam and up to 10mg of alprzolam daily...... I had two tonic-clonic seizures directly related to said habit and still can't believe I'm not six foot under) and am currently trying to come to terms with the 18-month long period of sexual abuse I endured when I was 16.... the legacy of which has caused several serious suicide attempts over the years.
I'm currently seeing a counsellor on a weekly basis for 12 sessions and have three sessions with a slinical psychiatrsit who specialises in male sexual abuse survivors to look forward to.
BUT I STILL WANT TO DIE.
The mirtazapine and duloxetine don't do shit for my spirit-crushing, life-sapping depression; my one remaining disciple [i.e.my beloved girlfriend who's been with me for 22 months] (please understand that term was written tongue in cheek) is leaving me, I think in search for a lower-maintenance boyfriend (my words... but I doubt if she'd argue too much if she read them)
and very soon I'll be alone.
I can't return to my parents' house (even if they'd have me it'd be unfair to impose further on them after everything they've tried to help me with over the years), can't go to my big brother's (his gf hates me and, as with my parents, I've already imposed on him way too much over the years) and have no other real friends in the UK.
Please help me.
Without improvement I'm fairly certain I'm going to off myself within the next 2 to 3 weeks. I'm tired, so tired, of fighting against the tide and can't take much more.
Any thoughts?
Much love,
DhcDavid