As I sit here in the deepest pit of my depression and anxiety, I found the courage and the strength to reach out, and to be honest, and say that I AM NOT OKAY. Now these words I’m not okay can mean a lot of different things, so I will preface this post by saying that this is going to be a lengthy one so please bear with me.
As many of you know I went to Virginia for eight days, and well during this time I disconnected (minus some emails back and forth with Nate, and a phone call to check in), and I’ll be honest it was great, it was healthy, but it wasn’t easy. During this time I was faced with anxiety, anxiety of what I would come home to, and how this all just felt like this false reality, and I knew that when I got home, I would go back to the nightmare of real life.
During my trip, I spent time with family, I spent time alone, and I spent time with God. But not only this, but I spent time with some people who have had such an impact on my story and for that I was so thankful. But then Saturday came, and it was time to say my goodbyes, to be ready to fly home on Sunday. And it was tough. Saturday I couldn’t eat, because I was so overwhelmed, I wasn’t ready to go home. With every goodbye, tears streamed, but what I didn’t know is what was to come.
Due to the privacy of the situation, and the members involved in this I will be leaving this brief. Due to my mistakes, I’ve now become distant with those people. And well to say that I hate myself for it would be an understatement. They’ve offered nothing but love and forgiveness, but I’ve yet to forgive myself, or even believe that forgiving myself is possible.
So in this situation the best way I can explain where I’m at is this. I’m sitting in the middle of an ocean. I’m far enough out that I can’t see the shore. But the waves are crashing against me. And I can’t ride the waves. The waves are too strong for me to stand against, or to even swim. So I’m just trying to float, but I’m drowning.
Also as many of you guys know that my parents are divorced, and well my mom and I don’t have the best relationship. Well now she’s completely cut my younger sister out of my life, after both my older sister and I have given her money to help out etc. So honestly I’m angry, and I’m worried about my sister.
So here I am, sitting in the pit of my depression, relapsing daily, hating myself, and just sitting out my pain hoping for the storm to past. But until then I will sit here, with the bottle of the pills and blade, and pray to God the pain stops soon.