By the end of the day, I wind back down to feeling like I shouldn't have woken up that day. No matter where the day started or how it went, I reflect on the effort expended and what it took to make it to the end of the day. It always feels like too much.
It takes so much to make it through one day. More than it should, and more than I can truly express to anyone. When I remember I have to do it all again tomorrow I deflate. I want to cry but I just...don't anymore. So I just stare into the middle distance. Waiting for a very heavy object to come hurtling through the air at my head.
I just want to be done with it all. I want it to be over and done with so nobody ever has to tolerate me, and so I don't have to tolerate anyone else; ever again. I never asked to be a part of any of this, so why must I be? What in the ever loving fuck does anybody need from me?
This whole post could have been written by me a few years ago, and half of it still could today. A few years ago, whenever I woke up, the first though through my head was to wish I hadnt, to despair that I had ever woken up again, it would take all I had to get up and my families legendary stubbornness just to get through the day, and then by the end of the evening I would refuse to sleep, pushing back tomorrow until I just couldnt stay awake any more, and even up until early this year I would constantly ask myself why it cant just be over, why I cant just die now. I dont want it to be over anymore, and I dont regret waking up, so much as I regret it not being a weekend when I do
even if I do still push back tomorrow so badly I barely sleep at all nowadays
(2 hours a night on weekdays, about 6 or 7 on weekends)
You know that magic answer you wish for to make it all better? Well I found mine, it didnt make it ALL better, but it made it better enough, and there may be one out there for you too, just hang in there until you find it, and keep working on ways to hold on. There are people who need you, even if you havent met them yet. I too am merely tolerated by most, but SOME people did need me at certain points, the right broken person at the right time makes a huge difference, because it can take a broken person to understand and help another broken person. Hell, some people here even LIKE me (I think) and Im sure they like you too.
Im not trying to rub it in your face that im doing better, more that I seriously understand what you mean, I was there only a few years ago, and now Im not, and you can feel better too, you just need to hold on.