Hi All,
I stumbled across this forum in a very dark time and you seem wonderful. I would love if you could perhaps weigh in on this.
I’ve been on antidepressants for about a year—after my last period of really intense suicide ideation and deep depression. That corresponded with the release of my first book, which did well, but which still somehow almost killed me. My agent and editor had not been very helpful. Maybe it reminded me of my invalidating parents.
My mother is a narcissist and my dad he co-dependent. I live 3,500 miles from them but they still try to ensnare me in things like end-of-life planning that are really just mind games between them. This went on since I was a kid.
My escape was to be an overachiever. I was high school valedictorian, college valedictorian. I got good jobs. I excelled for my age. I stayed out of trouble. I got flack from them for moving away, but I justified it to them by all the work I was doing—and they loved to look good based on my accomplishments.
I have been in talk therapy basically since I left home. I have tried to find really good, genuine role models and friends. Sadly many of them turn out to have very conditional love–even the ones I have come to trust over years eventually reveal their true colors.
Because of this, I just don’t feel I can go on anymore. I have tried to educate myself so much—DBT, philosophy, mental health books, etc. I feel self-help burned out. I don’t think I have enough purpose in life to find the strength to go on. I worry that my family of origin will be a source of pain forever—my attachment patterns, bonding, etc. all come from such dysfunctional people. I thought I had made big strides, but I hadn’t. I have awareness of the issues holding me back and they pain me, but I just don’t seem to make any meaningful progress despite my efforts. Nothing seems worth this to me anymore.
I don’t want to forever be the black sheep without a stable family, family members. I have worked so hard to build close relationships with cousins as an adult, and they are nice relationships now, but we missed the critical upbringing part because of my parents’ feuds with their own siblings. I don’t have a cause to give myself over to. I feel so depleted that trying to fill anyone else up right not feels so disingenuous.
Anyone who knew me in person would probably be shocked to hear this. I am gregarious, competent, self-sufficient, bubbly to them. But I have privately been struggling a long time, and I have reached my limit.
I am considering really costly in-patient or intensive outpatient, but if I just don’t have a will or a purpose it hardly seems worth it.
Has anyone been here? I’m old enough to feel like my best years are behind me, not old enough to have the wisdom of experience… or so it feels…
Thanks very much…