I can’t do this anymore.
I want to be loved and cherished by one person, ONE fucking person who will be there for me and hug me when I need it.
I’m in my second marriage. I left the first because of abuse and now here I am…I sacrificed everything, I moved to a different continent to be with him because I loved him.
Now it’s like…it’s like I don’t exist. Not just to him but other people too. He spends his days with his friends and I just lay here, alone, in my bed. People come to see him but not me. Never.
I have this stupid illness, this thing - chronic fatigue syndrome, SEID, whatever the fuck you want to call it. It’s an accomplishment if I can leave the house once a week, let alone do anything of worth inside it. And then panic disorder and depression on top of that. So many meds, weekly therapy, all these tests…and what has it accomplished? Nothing. Doctors throw up their hands and say there’s nothing more we can do.
I tried getting involved in church. I tried getting involved in online communities, something, ANYTHING, that could take away this loneliness that plagues me every single day.
It takes so much for me to go out and do things but I try! Yet nobody tries for me…nobody calls to see how I am, nobody stops by if I don’t come to church for a few weeks. My husband’s life moves on without me.
There’s no intimacy, no love, nothing here anymore. I have nothing left to give, I can’t do this anymore! I can’t keep filling other people’s cups when nobody is filling mine…eventually it runs dry. And it has.
I grasp at straws and feel like I’m insane, because I want to hope for the best and try to be optimistic about what people say and do, but I’m always seeing things wrong…always seeing A when they really meant B. And it always crushes me because it’s never in my favour…I see someone as a dear friend then they tell me we can never be close because I’m different.
It makes me feel like my life is built on lies, a fantasy I’ve constructed around myself because the cruel reality was too much and I tried to kill myself years ago. It’s a defense mechanism. And it sucks because it always ends in disappointment.
I can’t rely on anyone to be there. I try to vent and they don’t want to talk about depressing things. Is this why nobody wants me around? Because my life isn’t picture perfect?
I can’t keep living like this. Therapy does nothing. The pills do nothing. The people I should be able to rely on let me down.
I just need one…one person who will hold me and tell me it’s okay. I need that physical reassurance, and yet…I feel like places like this are all I have to turn to because I’m a burden on everyone I know.
I’m trapped and I’m too tired to fight anymore. I just want the pain and loneliness to stop.