For years I’ve struggled with chronic depression and anxiety. I’m a nervous wreck 99.99% of the time and I’m constantly consumed with the thought of suicide. It’s been this way as long as I can remember.
My life isn’t perfect, but it’s looking up, according to others. My boyfriend/highschool sweetheart of almost 3 years and I are engaged, I’m moving halfway across the country in August, I for once in my life am taking charge of my decisions, and yet I feel depressed and suicidal every day.
Day after day it’s hard to get out of bed to go to my classes and when I do, I’m late, then throughout the day, I’m plagued by a lack of motivation which has lead to my dropping GPA.
To top it all off, I’m nervous and anxious constantly because I’m surrounded by people.
This fear and anxiety of being around people came to a very vivid point today when I hung out with a friend of mine who I hadn’t spent time with since November. I realized that this was the first person, who wasn’t family or my partner, I’d spent time with one on one since early December. Then the whole time we spent together consisted of my venting about life and her abruptly leaving, also marked with long periods of awkward silence.
When I got home and skyped my partner, whose 3 hours ahead of me, it was time for him to go to bed and I felt like such a burden because I spent 45 minutes breaking down and having a panic attack.
I feel like I’m in this endless cycle. I’m so tired of feeling shitty every day and having the constant feeling of wanting to die.
I have no friends anymore, I feel like a burden to my partner, my home life is fucked up, and I don’t see much of a future for me. What the hell’s the point anymore?