I have been trying. Really hard. Trying to get my life back. Taken yet again November 2014.
I feel like a failure. I fail myself over and over. I fail my family. My friends. My therapist. Most importantly my children.
Stuck. I have been stuck so much of the time over the past 3+ years. I can’t move. Can’t get out permanently for any length of time.
I am supposed to be the master of my own life. I try, but can’t feel it or make it work. Sometimes briefly, then it crashes down on me hard.
Frustration with myself. Sometimes I know what is wrong with me. Those times I eventually fix it. Climb back to looking semi-normal for those that need it from me.
Lately, I have no understanding. My preoccupation with death. My daily internal conversations. My fantasies about it. It doesn’t end or slow.
I try to be positive. I take the pills my DNA says should work for me. I take the supplements they recommend for me. I do my best to have movement in my life. I try to keep my stress level down and reduce the toxins in my life. I go to therapy.
Still, my feelings of suicide rage through me. Every day.
I try to act as if it is not happening in hopes of fooling myself out of it. It doesn’t work. It waits for me and grabs me solidly every time my mind has a moment to itself.
People say you should get help with this. I want to say, oh, ok, let me go do this so I can get on with my life.
I know help doesn’t exist for me, which is the scariest thing of all. I want it because my family needs me to get it, but I cry inside knowing it doesn’t exist. It is not there, just as I am barely still here.
I know you optimists, or those unfamiliar with particular kinds of madness, don’t agree. You think I am giving up. I have lost my way and just need to find it.
I am doing everything I can. Nothing is working.
I am smart, yet I fail myself. Stuck in the maze. I have always hated mazes. A weak point for me I guess.
No one can save me but myself. But I can’t figure it out. Though I try to look stronger on the outside for those few who are paying attention, I am actually weakening on the inside.
I want to see my 13 year old develop into the amazing child she is. I want to help my 6 year old make the baseball All Star team. I hold these feelings for short moments, then they escape me and I am back in purgatory.
There are those that care for me, but at the end of the day they don’t know what to do to help me. Most of them are barely holding onto their own lives with mediocre sanity.
It doesn’t matter the back story of how I got here because I am here, and the backstory changes nothing.
I love those of you who say you are not giving up on me, but truly have neither the time or energy to try to help what appears to be something not to be helped.
I am not seeking your pity. Don’t feel sorry for me. Feeling sorry for me has never helped. Changing the world does. I wanted to do that, but my inner demons have stopped me dead in my tracks.
Feel pity and empathy for my family as they deserve better than me.
I think they know how much I love them, but maybe they won’t understand the failings of my mind, my inner turmoil about the person I am. The person my family of origin made me into.
I pray my children and spouse have more faith in God than I have been able to hold. I have fought it my entire life, trying to understand why God has not been merciful in the torture he has brought into my life.
Children don’t deserve what you have given me. You say you love me as your child—this is not love. I will not accept man’s free will over your ability to love and be powerful. You did this to me, without mercy, and you expect me to believe you love me.
You have hurt my kids. You have ruined the life I was given. And for what, some lesson about mankind that only a few people will know?
Though God has decided my worth, I ask each of you to pray for my children and my wife. Give them peace and love and understanding.
I have tried so hard to do this for them. I have tried unsuccessfully to get help for my complicated madness.
The places to turn for help are evaporating. The seconds on the clock are vanishing. The madness of the mind wearing out.
My heart has beat for my wife and children. I have fought for them. My battle is losing. I hate myself for not being able to outsmart it.
Hold my family in your prayers and wrap them in the love they deserve.
Blessings to you and yours.