Well, I’m back. I was doing well for a little while there but I’m not doing so great now. If you’re wondering, I don’t have a therapist. I know I need one. I know I need to be medicated. But some silly part of me doesn’t want to be medicated, like in the back of my mind, I have this small hope that if I could just change my life from what it is now, then maybe I won’t need to be medicated.
Lately, I’ve been feeling like I don’t want to live this life anymore. I don’t see myself ever actually committing suicide, but I find myself hoping every night when I go to sleep that I don’t wake up the next day. There is so much rattling inside my brain all the time, day and night. I have flashbacks and nightmares from past trauma. I’m in a marriage with someone who has proven time, and time again, that they are never going to change, or grow up, or even have the same goals as me, or any goals at all for that matter. For 10 years, I’ve asked him to get a better paying job, rather than minimum wage. For 10 years, I’ve asked him to switch to dayshift so we can at least be on the same schedule. But for 10 long years, my request has been denied, ignored, and I’ve slept alone for the entirety of our marriage. Alone with my thoughts, alone with my nightmares, with no end in sight.
I had dreams in my life once. I always thought that I would have a farm, because I love animals, especially horses. I had hoped that I would one day own a horse or two, maybe more! I always thought that maybe I could give riding lessons to those that share my love for horses. But those days are long gone, with no money to even afford rent, we have no savings to be able to buy a piece of property. So I said goodbye to that dream.
I love to travel and see the world. I love my camera and photography as a hobby. I found my love for photography through my anxiety and my overwhelming depression. Any time I’m feeling these things I go to nature to feel at peace and to be healed. But it’s only a temporary fix, because once I walk through that door, everything comes crashing down again. More often than not lately I find myself broke, unable to afford to travel, alone without a companion to travel with, and now it’s winter and unfortunately, it’s too cold for me to be outside. I don’t do well with the cold and it’s not enjoyable for me anymore now that it’s in the 20s and below. Without my release, and without any change in sight or light at the end of the tunnel, I trudge through my days just praying for death.
I make the majority of the money in our household. My husband doesn’t seem to care that most of the bills are my responsibility, and most of my money goes to the bills and groceries. It’s like he doesn’t even care that I am stressed, struggling financially, or anything of the sort. It’s like he doesn’t care at all. He spends the majority of his days playing video games, even when he is working. I 100% believe that the only reason that he has not switched jobs is because he is addicted to video games - who is going to give up a job that they can literally sit and play video games all night long and get paid for it?
My job? I fucking hate it. I’m not helping people. I’m not passionate about what I do. All I do is make money for a big corporation and I don’t see a penny of it. They haven’t given out raises or a decent bonus in all of the years that I’ve been there. And when Covid happened, and the supply chain shortages happened, the job went from mundane to absolute fucking hell. How am I supposed to deal with all of this stress? Not only do I have a husband who is not pulling his weight whatsoever, who I don’t even have a relationship with anymore, and then do a job where I literally get bitched out all day long because of the supply chain shortage issues.
To put it simply, I hate my life. I hate the life that I have created for myself. I feel like I was hindered by my trauma, and while running from my past, I took refuge in a hovel with the only human that had shown me any decency whatsoever. Don’t get me wrong, our relationship used to be OK, but the issues that I’ve stated here have been present the entire time, and they have eroded and absolutely obliterated any sense of the word “OK.” We are not ok. I’ve tried to communicate so many times. But my words go unheard. The last time we had this discussion, it ended up a fight and it is probably the last time that I will ever bring it up again. Because quite simply, I’ve given up trying. If he is not going to listen, or try, neither am I.
I know what I need. I need to get a divorce. I need to switch jobs. I need a therapist, that’s not gonna cost me an arm and a leg when I can’t even pay my own goddamn bills to begin with. I’m $5000 in debt right now and I don’t know if I can ever get out of it. My only escape is abusing edibles and alcohol. And lately I can’t even function because I just want to be high.
I called off work today because I couldn’t deal with another fucking day of misery. And who knows, I might even call off tomorrow too.
I’m spiraling. I know that I’m only hurting myself. But at this point, I don’t even care. What’s a little more debt? What’s a little more alcohol? Why even bother eating? When your life has been nothing but a painful, stagnant nightmare, what’s the fucking point of living.