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Bluelighter
I've come to the realization that I have full blown depression which also stems from my anxiety. However, the non-anxiety related depression is the hopelessness, lethargy, not wanting to get out of bed because I don't feel I can make it through the day. That even just the 2 classes I have to go to seem too much for me, and since since I feel like I'm not able to do the homework even though i understand it in class, my anxiety cripples me from doing it because I feel it will take me all day. I know it's also laziness and procrastination, but there's just something else.
Any everyday task seems like a burden, i'm ridden with guilt from my anxiety because I can't even talk to my family without feeling anxious, so I lock myself in my room and only come out to get food or go to the bathroom. I don't have friends anymore......the people I spent the last 4 years of my life with are no longer an interest to me anymore....I'm annoyed by them, they're horrible people, and to be honest I think they fucked me up a lot because I didn't start getting this bad till I first met them. But I will very rarely occasionally be with them only when I don't want to be mean and they catch me online.
Not only is it my past, but my drug use as well....started off with weed at 16 and just got progressively worse. My opiate addiction didn't truly start till nov. '09 but i would take 1-2 month breaks till sept. '10 when i became a full blown junkie...stealing money and games, movies, anything to sell for money till i quit November 14th. Which I stayed clean till mid january when i hurt my hip and back from a drunken accident. I wasn't as bad as before and was taking them for both pain and to get high. which I've been going on and off arbitrarily since then.
But back when I quit in november, i practically traded my opiate addiction to alcoholism even though i HATE alcohol....but now i've been drinking it more than ever or taking benzos. Any gaba relief or downer relief....but it's not helping so idk why i keep doing it. I just realize all the wrong things in my life when i'm drunk cause i'm able to open up, but it doesn't help all that much.
My mom knows about my opiate addiction from november but thinks i'm still clean, but she knows about me using benzos (which she thinks is for anxiety relief but i sometimes use it for more) and the beer she thinks i just have one or two with food. She's an enabler and she's too nice....she's just like me.......so of course the person who won't yell at you, you take out all of your frustrations on them.....or at least that's why I think I treat her like that......which sucks, I love my mom....she's my fucking rock, I honestly don't think i'm going to live when she dies and if my mental health isn't better by then, i'm done for....but if I love her so much, why do I treat her like shit? When she gets in my room i talk like i'm disgusted, trying to rush her, and just annoyed........idk..........
I know the drugs and alcohol aren't helping and it takes an addict to truly want to quit, and even though i'm sick of this, i'm not ready to truly stop completely. I've got so much stress, it's unbearable and keeps me up all night.....i get racing thoughts both good and bad, thoughts like this or just reviewing my life or plans for the future.
I never thought i'd get suicide ideation, but these past few days I have....the only thing keeping me alive is the pain i don't want my mom or family to go through if i killed myself.....idk....i just dont fucking know....
Any everyday task seems like a burden, i'm ridden with guilt from my anxiety because I can't even talk to my family without feeling anxious, so I lock myself in my room and only come out to get food or go to the bathroom. I don't have friends anymore......the people I spent the last 4 years of my life with are no longer an interest to me anymore....I'm annoyed by them, they're horrible people, and to be honest I think they fucked me up a lot because I didn't start getting this bad till I first met them. But I will very rarely occasionally be with them only when I don't want to be mean and they catch me online.
Not only is it my past, but my drug use as well....started off with weed at 16 and just got progressively worse. My opiate addiction didn't truly start till nov. '09 but i would take 1-2 month breaks till sept. '10 when i became a full blown junkie...stealing money and games, movies, anything to sell for money till i quit November 14th. Which I stayed clean till mid january when i hurt my hip and back from a drunken accident. I wasn't as bad as before and was taking them for both pain and to get high. which I've been going on and off arbitrarily since then.
But back when I quit in november, i practically traded my opiate addiction to alcoholism even though i HATE alcohol....but now i've been drinking it more than ever or taking benzos. Any gaba relief or downer relief....but it's not helping so idk why i keep doing it. I just realize all the wrong things in my life when i'm drunk cause i'm able to open up, but it doesn't help all that much.
My mom knows about my opiate addiction from november but thinks i'm still clean, but she knows about me using benzos (which she thinks is for anxiety relief but i sometimes use it for more) and the beer she thinks i just have one or two with food. She's an enabler and she's too nice....she's just like me.......so of course the person who won't yell at you, you take out all of your frustrations on them.....or at least that's why I think I treat her like that......which sucks, I love my mom....she's my fucking rock, I honestly don't think i'm going to live when she dies and if my mental health isn't better by then, i'm done for....but if I love her so much, why do I treat her like shit? When she gets in my room i talk like i'm disgusted, trying to rush her, and just annoyed........idk..........
I know the drugs and alcohol aren't helping and it takes an addict to truly want to quit, and even though i'm sick of this, i'm not ready to truly stop completely. I've got so much stress, it's unbearable and keeps me up all night.....i get racing thoughts both good and bad, thoughts like this or just reviewing my life or plans for the future.
I never thought i'd get suicide ideation, but these past few days I have....the only thing keeping me alive is the pain i don't want my mom or family to go through if i killed myself.....idk....i just dont fucking know....