I’ve suffered from depression for over twenty years now and about 2017 I got better, I got a job which I was good at and even managed to find a partner and things were going great until 2021 when it all fell apart. For no reason I fell back into sadness and felt lost. I quit my job. My partner let me down in massive way, she called me moody and said it was like dealing with a teenager, this after promising me to be there and light the way for me. I called her my “moon” but after ignoring me for the best part of a week and making me feel uncomfortable and unwanted in her home and I left her. She has apologized to me since and says she feels terrible for the way she treated me and I’m not here to bash her just to get it off of my chest and give some background whats been going on these last few years.
As of now I have nothing. I was close to killing myself on so many occasions. I have a plastic container with numerous pills I’ve collected store inside to help end things but I can’t. Because know I’ll destroy my close family if I do go through with it. My parents and my sister have been my rock this whole time. I can’t do that to them so I’m stuck.
I’ve sought help from doctors and therapists but I’m terrible at opening up and scared of being sent to the loony bin, I was close to being sent back in 2003 after an overdose and now I’m scared of telling people how I actually feel because of this fear. I feel I’m being held hostage, I can’t open up because I might be punished, I’m fed up and want to die but I have family who I don’t want to hurt so i have to live. Everything is against my wishes and I’m here for other people needs. I’m so lifeless and fed up. I just sit and worry about the future, or dwell on the past. And I mean the past. Silly things from my childhood, times I’ve made a fool of my self, said or done the wrong things that make me cringe today and hate myself even more then I already do. I have no idea whats going on with me.
My dad suffered a couple stokes recently. He’s ok now but it’s a reminder that my parents are in their 60’s and when they go, which will be sooner now rather then later, then I wont have them either. And without them I will truly have nothing and will be alone without that lifeline.
I don’t find any joy in anything anymore. I used to draw and could spend hours doing my hobby, it used to be my therapy but I don’t even want to do that now. Even getting drunk has lost it’s appeal to the point I don’t want to drink now. And even if i did have the energy to get back out there, I’m too scared to get a job because if I land another job I don’t like I’m worried it’ll just set me off again, I want to look for another partner but I’m scared of being let down again. And anyway this 3 year funk has made me gain double the weight I was so I’m too fat to date so whats the point and add self conscious/lack of confidence body-wise to the list of issues.
I know I’ve beat depression before and people are telling me I can do it again but this feels different this time. I’ve lost more this time and I’m 41 and don’t have my life ahead of me like I did back when this first started when I was 19. It feels much deeper and darker this time. I want to go but I need to stay. I want to move forward but I feel like whats the point. I want to be happy but I feel I don’t deserve it for being a failure who gave up. I know this was a lot to read but I just needed to be honest and finally/properly get it all out and off of my chest without fear of upsetting family or losing what little freedom I have.
It’s my black stag. That’s what I call it. A dark beast that follows me around. It’s an inky silhouette always watches from a distance, lurking on the horizon. And no matter How hard I try I can’t ignore it. It wont let me and I’m scared that one day that black stag will be the end of me.
If you read all of this thank you for your time.