I'm not Juliet & he's not Romeo

Discussion in 'Welcome' started by Morella, Apr 14, 2011.

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  1. Morella

    Morella Member

    Hello all. As you can see from the (what I view as) cheerful happy font/color, I do TRY to be happy. I try to be well as well. Sometimes I indulge my "crazy," but isn't it necessary sometimes?
    I'm here because for the longest time I've been way depressed. I even got the nifty title of Major Depressive Disorder & Panic/Anxiety Disorder. Aren't I lucky? Through my own research I'm pretty sure I have Borderline Personality Disorder, but I have to find some more bucks to shell out before I can get that shiny title. The last year I've been trying multiple antidepressants and while I probably get out of bed more, overall they don't do much for me. I'm 5-2 and less than 100 pounds so you think SOMETHING would soak into my system, but I guess not.
    I'm here today because the love of my life killed himself two months ago. In two days he will be buried for two months. All my before "messed-upness" is just compounded by his death to an extreme I can barely bare. I'll leave the rest of his/our story for another forum section.
    Currently, I ran away from my cousin (I'm 25, but have a hard time with life things like a job, and bills ect). I mowed the lawn yesterday with one of those mechanical push mowers and I thought how FUNNY my love would have thought that was. I wanted to tell him SO badly. I wanted to tell him to get his butt over there and mow it for me, manly man that his is/was. I broke down and sobbed thinking he'll never mow that lawn, his lawn, or worse of all... OUR possible future lawn.
    I decided it would be a good idea to drink 4 Alaskan ale (yum) and steal two of my cousins klonapine. I make the mistake of txting my brother telling him about it and the next thing I know, the WHOLE family knows. Next morning the bottle of pills was gone. So I packed up my car and drove to the ocean. I have an idea of living in my car now with my little dog, but we'll see how I fell in the morning.
    I'll be 26 in two months. I despise myself and the one thing that made me happy (a problem in itself) is gone forever. If he could do it (by hanging no less) why can't I? I just can't get to that point though.
    So this is me. Everyone else I know (friends, family) are either tired of hearing of my love's death (it's ALL I think about) or they think I need to be locked up because I'm coocooforcoacoapuffs.
    I hope I can tell my story here and know that these feelings are legit. Now I'm off to tell my love's story in the remember part.
    Nice to meet you all!
     
  2. AerieFlew

    AerieFlew Member

    Sweetie, welcome to paradise..
    I hope you find everything you are looking for. From this site, life, love, I hope everything will work for you because no one deserves hell. No one deserves to suffer.

    You re not coocooforcocoapuffs but help is not a bad thing. If you can get help, take it. I know that I wish so hard I had someone in real life to talk to, to help me through it, and I don't even have medication anymore for anything.
    My aunt and Uncle think a POSITIVE ENVIORNMENT is all it takes to stop someone from blacking out in the middle of the night and going kamakaze on their skin, but it isn't and that is why if you have the chance to get help, take it.

    I'm always here if you want to talk!

    I also have aim (AerieFlew) if you need me sooner than I am on here.
     
  3. Stranger1

    Stranger1 Forum Buddy & Antiquities Friend

    Welcome to the forums Morella!! I'm sorry to hear of your loss.. I too have borderline personality disorder and find the meds help.. Of course they have me on a very high dose.. We're always here to help.. With the different time zones you can usually find someone to talk to..I wish you all the best..
     
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