How do I stop this pattern?
I can see myself at the bottom of this barrel Im in...I know how I got here...I know why (tho I hate repeating it)...but I still feel the need to off myself in disgust.
None of you know whats been going on...
I will fill you in:
For 4 years I worked at that rehab clinic. I loved and hated my job all at once. It had a way of flinging raw humanity into my face that reminded me of how normal I really was. I did enjoy helping people...and I was a part of a few people's lives. I felt needed even if it was miniscule. I worked there long enough we were all a form of family. We went to eachothers 'functions'...Bah mitvahs or however you spell it...weddings, celebrations of any sort...birthdays...
I was my job and my purpose. My bleeding heart purpose.
Then I got burnt out. the stress became too much and I got tired. Things became monotonous and my depression increased. Since I worked there I had 3 suicide attempts...the last one people on this forum here 'saved' me from myself...the problem was it was smeared all over the walls at work. EVERYONE knew. Suddenly I was a patient takeing care of patients...
I had just started to overcome this and decided to go back into school. I was tired of watching everyone below me advance above me... The day i got accepted into school...I got laid off. I was just comeing back from lunch to tell everyone my good news and I saw an awful lot of 'admin' people sitting around...
In a wierd way it was a good thing. Stuff has been falling into place. I am going to school to be a gunsmith, a lady gunsmith. I got hired at my gym as a personal trainer which felt good cause 3 years ago when I joined that gym I was 88lbs heavier than I am now...AND school starts Monday.
I met someone too. He is horrible and perfect all at once. Horrible because I want him so much he leaves me vulnerable...perfect because he makes me FEEL. I even let someone else go...just to be with this man...
Money is OK...and my EX is squirming under my pressure of success LOL. I have my family's respect and I am 'pulling it together'....
I have written 3 books of poetry now...something I never thought I would collect but grudgeingly they created themselves...I dont intend to do a thing with them but put them on my shelf and let them collect dust.
So here I am...successful and makeing it. The problem is:
All I can do is sit here and fantasize about the rifle I am going to build to shoot myself.
?
~C
I can see myself at the bottom of this barrel Im in...I know how I got here...I know why (tho I hate repeating it)...but I still feel the need to off myself in disgust.
None of you know whats been going on...
I will fill you in:
For 4 years I worked at that rehab clinic. I loved and hated my job all at once. It had a way of flinging raw humanity into my face that reminded me of how normal I really was. I did enjoy helping people...and I was a part of a few people's lives. I felt needed even if it was miniscule. I worked there long enough we were all a form of family. We went to eachothers 'functions'...Bah mitvahs or however you spell it...weddings, celebrations of any sort...birthdays...
I was my job and my purpose. My bleeding heart purpose.
Then I got burnt out. the stress became too much and I got tired. Things became monotonous and my depression increased. Since I worked there I had 3 suicide attempts...the last one people on this forum here 'saved' me from myself...the problem was it was smeared all over the walls at work. EVERYONE knew. Suddenly I was a patient takeing care of patients...
I had just started to overcome this and decided to go back into school. I was tired of watching everyone below me advance above me... The day i got accepted into school...I got laid off. I was just comeing back from lunch to tell everyone my good news and I saw an awful lot of 'admin' people sitting around...
In a wierd way it was a good thing. Stuff has been falling into place. I am going to school to be a gunsmith, a lady gunsmith. I got hired at my gym as a personal trainer which felt good cause 3 years ago when I joined that gym I was 88lbs heavier than I am now...AND school starts Monday.
I met someone too. He is horrible and perfect all at once. Horrible because I want him so much he leaves me vulnerable...perfect because he makes me FEEL. I even let someone else go...just to be with this man...
Money is OK...and my EX is squirming under my pressure of success LOL. I have my family's respect and I am 'pulling it together'....
I have written 3 books of poetry now...something I never thought I would collect but grudgeingly they created themselves...I dont intend to do a thing with them but put them on my shelf and let them collect dust.
So here I am...successful and makeing it. The problem is:
All I can do is sit here and fantasize about the rifle I am going to build to shoot myself.
?
~C
Last edited by a moderator: