I actually have had a sort of emotionally exhausting scuba diving trip… it’s all older people with kids and more diving experience… but well this came from the wild one of the group but maybe she’s just the most honest…
Disclaimer(my mom was extremely emotionally abusive and semi physically abusive): so I find myself at fault for everything
I’ve been crazy anxious all trip saying sorry as much as I did in high school (over 10-20 times a day?ish?) … stuttering… saying the wrong words… super embarrassing… the lady and I were talking and she was also drunk and I’d helped her to there room. She said how sweet and genuine I was… then as we talked she said your eyes look like a grandmothers and you talk like you are 12…
Idk that hurt so much… I hate saying sorry. What people don’t get is I say it because I genuinely feel at fault. I was so anxious this trip because I didn’t know anyone, I wanted to impress everyone, and I was just honestly so happy. I’ve been struggling with depression and anxiety most of not all of my life, and the previous year I struggled daily with fantasizing death. (Any suggestions for help fantasizing death would help too…)
This was the happiest I’ve been since my Fiji trip (4 years ago), which made me happy and sad. Because it’s taken me 4 years to find that type of happiness again. That made me forget wanting to die or not feeling loved.
But as soon as she said that idk it sucked up my happiness like a dementor. All my “you should go die” thoughts came to the surface. Like should I die now? You probably should if you are 25 and talking 12 you sound like an idiot. Saying meters instead of feet or miles or kilometers. Forgetting ALL of my dive stuff I had learned although in 2015…
I just was so sad, because my anxiety just gets worse when I’m happy. And idk I don’t mind talking 12 maybe because I think they are entertaining, fun, and happier than adults. But I’m worried I’m wrong and I need to learn to speak like an adult…
I just hate that I hate myself for being happy. I hate that my suicidal thoughts came back. I hate that everyone can’t like me. I just want to love, appreciate, and make everyone happy. I know I can’t, but it breaks my heart.
I just thought, I may be dumb. I may talk like a 12 year old, but at least I’m happy. At least I try to build people up.
This world and the people just make me so sad. Again, I feel like kids give me hope for happiness and joy, and adults suck the life right out of me.
Please pray for me to find Hope. Hope for my life. Hope for people. Hope for the world.
Advice on how I should look at the situation, fantasizing death, and everything else would be a dream …