Karkat
May 16th, 2014, 07:32 AM
Not sure why I feel I owe an explanation as to why I was gone- it was a week, MAYBE, and I doubt anyone cared all that much or even noticed to begin with.
But anyways.
(I've been posting a lot of threads here lately, haven't I? Hmm)
I've slid back into depression for the first time in a couple months over the past few weeks. First I was just a little low, my meds seemed to be doing less for me (as they treat manic episodes, not depression per se). Then, it was negative thoughts about myself. I fought them as much as I could at first. Then came me finding irritation and dissatisfaction with everything that wasn't my current thoughts. If someone posted a cheery status on Facebook while I was upset, I'd be personally offended- even if it wasn't their fault at all. Getting on my computer gave me anxiety so I just...Stopped. I used Facebook on my phone. If I had to look something up, I used my phone. It was too much effort to get on my computer, and it always just made me upset.
Then, at one point, I snapped. I was doing perfectly fine one day- in fact, I thought I was doing a lot better. But I had a seizure, and it kind of wore me out for the evening. I ended up playing The Sims, and I was doing a little better again, but carrying out all the actions made me so tired, when my sim's baby cried, I just wanted to toss the controller to the side, and give up. Eventually, I decided it was time for a break. It just kind of hit me like a rock (like it always does when I'm playing The Sims, for some reason) I'm a dud. I'm doing nothing with my life. Here I am, controlling virtual people, who are making money, leading lives, and I'm here, doing nothing. And the gravity of the fact that I am literally doing NOTHING with my life just broke me. I'm not really working right now, I'm going to go broke fairly soon I'm sure, I have no incentive or way to get out of the house, I'm sedentary, my room is a mess once more (I had it cleaned perfectly, then I got a new bed and came home from a vacation. Ha.), I have no idea if I'll graduate in time, yadda yadda.
I got so bent out of shape over it, and so overwhelmed that I told my best friend and my boyfriend that I couldn't take it anymore. My boyfriend came online first, and tried to talk me out of it, but I just wouldn't listen. I'm going to leave out the gory details as they are generally irrelevant to the story as well as fairly graphic, but my 'survival mode' kicked in, and I failed. My boyfriend tried to call me, but I blocked the call. He messaged me, saying he had an important question that he wanted to ask me over the phone, but I said "No phone calls".
He proposed to me. Over Facebook chat. And I was so messed up over it all that I rejected him, and tried to kill myself again. (That was actually the reason I rejected him- being an addict, bipolar, etc. I'm fairly unstable. No one deserves to be married to someone like that. My family issues mostly consist of general communication issues that cause mega strain as well as a passive-aggressive tyrant aka my father [though this is mostly between him and my mom and I. My mom and dad divorced when I was 4, and that may or may not be a good thing.] and I still wouldn't wish that on anyone. Here is the man that I am hopelessly in love with- I'm selfish enough just by staying with him, you honestly think I'm going to let him marry me? When I'm like this? However, he's also one of the last threads that's keeping me alive, so after rejecting him I wanted to die a lot more than I previously had.)
And again. And again. Finally, I just gave up. I messaged my boyfriend, and was starting to do a little better. My best friend came on, and I talked to him until I went to sleep. So all was good then, and the day after.
The day after that, I threatened to kill myself again. This time wasn't so...Incentive-based, it was just a hell of a day. I was so tired, everything made me irritated, and impatient, and I just wanted to go back to bed and never wake up. I googled why I shouldn't commit suicide. I googled why I should. At one point, my mom basically told me that my depression was a really huge pain in her ass because it meant I couldn't do the things she wanted me to do. My stepdad barked about how I didn't clean the animal's cages fast enough, so mom's food got cold. (Which was kind of HIS fault, for cooking when he knew I was cleaning. My mom had to hold guinea pigs, so she couldn't eat.) I just thought calmly about how I would go about killing myself so I couldn't escape like last time. For about 3/4 of the day, actively.
I warned my best friend and boyfriend again. My best friend tried to talk me off the ledge again, and he almost did. Until my phone died. I was upset over that, which sent me back to thoughts of killing myself, so I drugged myself, so I wouldn't escape when I set my plan to action.
I ended up passing out from the medication while waiting for my parents to fall asleep. However, I was out for quite a while, which worried my best friend so much that he actually messaged my boyfriend. I woke up to messages about how I scared them to death.
I've felt better the past few days, but I've been up all night struggling with depression and anxiety, insomnia, the works. Not to mention that I feel that my relationship with both my best friend and my boyfriend is seriously strained now. I've got some neck damage from the attempts, though I don't know how severe. I fucked myself up pretty badly, the worst since I gave myself alcohol poisoning trying to 'drink myself to death' over a year and a half ago.
I will probably be on here on and off, but I doubt that it'll be anything close to how frequent I was for a while.
As far as 'worrying about me', while my life is total shit right now, but I don't feel like dying as of this post, so go with that.
But anyways.
(I've been posting a lot of threads here lately, haven't I? Hmm)
I've slid back into depression for the first time in a couple months over the past few weeks. First I was just a little low, my meds seemed to be doing less for me (as they treat manic episodes, not depression per se). Then, it was negative thoughts about myself. I fought them as much as I could at first. Then came me finding irritation and dissatisfaction with everything that wasn't my current thoughts. If someone posted a cheery status on Facebook while I was upset, I'd be personally offended- even if it wasn't their fault at all. Getting on my computer gave me anxiety so I just...Stopped. I used Facebook on my phone. If I had to look something up, I used my phone. It was too much effort to get on my computer, and it always just made me upset.
Then, at one point, I snapped. I was doing perfectly fine one day- in fact, I thought I was doing a lot better. But I had a seizure, and it kind of wore me out for the evening. I ended up playing The Sims, and I was doing a little better again, but carrying out all the actions made me so tired, when my sim's baby cried, I just wanted to toss the controller to the side, and give up. Eventually, I decided it was time for a break. It just kind of hit me like a rock (like it always does when I'm playing The Sims, for some reason) I'm a dud. I'm doing nothing with my life. Here I am, controlling virtual people, who are making money, leading lives, and I'm here, doing nothing. And the gravity of the fact that I am literally doing NOTHING with my life just broke me. I'm not really working right now, I'm going to go broke fairly soon I'm sure, I have no incentive or way to get out of the house, I'm sedentary, my room is a mess once more (I had it cleaned perfectly, then I got a new bed and came home from a vacation. Ha.), I have no idea if I'll graduate in time, yadda yadda.
I got so bent out of shape over it, and so overwhelmed that I told my best friend and my boyfriend that I couldn't take it anymore. My boyfriend came online first, and tried to talk me out of it, but I just wouldn't listen. I'm going to leave out the gory details as they are generally irrelevant to the story as well as fairly graphic, but my 'survival mode' kicked in, and I failed. My boyfriend tried to call me, but I blocked the call. He messaged me, saying he had an important question that he wanted to ask me over the phone, but I said "No phone calls".
He proposed to me. Over Facebook chat. And I was so messed up over it all that I rejected him, and tried to kill myself again. (That was actually the reason I rejected him- being an addict, bipolar, etc. I'm fairly unstable. No one deserves to be married to someone like that. My family issues mostly consist of general communication issues that cause mega strain as well as a passive-aggressive tyrant aka my father [though this is mostly between him and my mom and I. My mom and dad divorced when I was 4, and that may or may not be a good thing.] and I still wouldn't wish that on anyone. Here is the man that I am hopelessly in love with- I'm selfish enough just by staying with him, you honestly think I'm going to let him marry me? When I'm like this? However, he's also one of the last threads that's keeping me alive, so after rejecting him I wanted to die a lot more than I previously had.)
And again. And again. Finally, I just gave up. I messaged my boyfriend, and was starting to do a little better. My best friend came on, and I talked to him until I went to sleep. So all was good then, and the day after.
The day after that, I threatened to kill myself again. This time wasn't so...Incentive-based, it was just a hell of a day. I was so tired, everything made me irritated, and impatient, and I just wanted to go back to bed and never wake up. I googled why I shouldn't commit suicide. I googled why I should. At one point, my mom basically told me that my depression was a really huge pain in her ass because it meant I couldn't do the things she wanted me to do. My stepdad barked about how I didn't clean the animal's cages fast enough, so mom's food got cold. (Which was kind of HIS fault, for cooking when he knew I was cleaning. My mom had to hold guinea pigs, so she couldn't eat.) I just thought calmly about how I would go about killing myself so I couldn't escape like last time. For about 3/4 of the day, actively.
I warned my best friend and boyfriend again. My best friend tried to talk me off the ledge again, and he almost did. Until my phone died. I was upset over that, which sent me back to thoughts of killing myself, so I drugged myself, so I wouldn't escape when I set my plan to action.
I ended up passing out from the medication while waiting for my parents to fall asleep. However, I was out for quite a while, which worried my best friend so much that he actually messaged my boyfriend. I woke up to messages about how I scared them to death.
I've felt better the past few days, but I've been up all night struggling with depression and anxiety, insomnia, the works. Not to mention that I feel that my relationship with both my best friend and my boyfriend is seriously strained now. I've got some neck damage from the attempts, though I don't know how severe. I fucked myself up pretty badly, the worst since I gave myself alcohol poisoning trying to 'drink myself to death' over a year and a half ago.
I will probably be on here on and off, but I doubt that it'll be anything close to how frequent I was for a while.
As far as 'worrying about me', while my life is total shit right now, but I don't feel like dying as of this post, so go with that.