As I am writing this, I am wondering to myself: What did I do or not do to end up in this state?
A bit about myself - I’m old enough where my peers are working in full-time, at their first or second job. Diagnosed with depression, anxiety and complex trauma due to various traumatic events in the past. Victim of SA when I was in secondary school.
Depressive episodes are not new to me. I suspect I already had depression as a child since I was already actively self-harming since then. But what set this episode apart was that two traumatic events happened one after another about a month ago.
The days that followed were absolute hell. I was shivering, having panic attacks and crying all the time. Suicide was constantly on my mind. I was impulsive and ready to end it all. Somehow managed to get myself some help but recovery is slow, incredibly slow.
One morning I woke up having not eaten more than 3 meals in the last 4 days and I could barely stand up and walk because I was so weak.
In the mean time I’ve missed two concerts, turned down an amazing job opportunity, cancelled all of my plans. Lied to my friends about being sick and just not turning up. The only social activity I get these days is seeing my therapist and very close friends less than a handful of times.
I was many days clean from self-harm, then I went back.
There were nights I lay in bed and I smiled reminisicing all the good things in my life, knowing that despite all the bad there was some good and that I am thankful for have lived a life where people around me tried so hard to love me yet I didn’t know how to love myself. I smiled because I was somehow ready to let go, to let life go.
I have cycled all the options in my head but nothing seems to sit “well” with me because I want to donate my organs when I go.
Recovery is so long and slow. Its been a month. Doc estimates at least two to three months on an enhanced medicine routine to help stabilise me because my body is in shock.
Now the panic attacks and shivering have taken a back seat. I still get anxiety attacks but not as frequent. I eat two meals a day. But the nightmares… I’ve had chronic nightmare issues for 10+ years now but seriously they’re relentless.
Why am I here? I guess I am hungry, for some warmth and kindness. As selfish as it sounds, I want strangers who have never met me to tell me “you don’t deserve to go through so much”
And I guess to vent. Because my close friends have heard my story (what happened isn’t anything glorious so only a handful of people know) and I guess I just need another space to tell someone.