
OutofTouch92
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- Sep 26, 2019
- 2
My depression is the worst it's ever been. I miss the days when it was just the occasional fleeting thoughts, wishing I hadn't been born. Now it's at least weekly breakdowns (sometimes happening at work) and wishing my husband and mother weren't around, preventing me from ending all of this. Because I couldn't do it to them. But knowing I can't makes me feel all the more hopeless. There's no end to the misery.
I hate having to act like everything is fine when I'm at work or whatever. I hate it when someone asks me how I'm doing, because "I want to die" is not an acceptable answer. So I just say that I'm good and scream internally. It's to the point that I see other people's happiness and I resent it. And I hate that I feel this way. I just hate everything basically and I'm always angry and the slightest thing can send me into a spiral and I just don't want to do this anymore and I shouldn't fucking have to. But I do.
I hate having to act like everything is fine when I'm at work or whatever. I hate it when someone asks me how I'm doing, because "I want to die" is not an acceptable answer. So I just say that I'm good and scream internally. It's to the point that I see other people's happiness and I resent it. And I hate that I feel this way. I just hate everything basically and I'm always angry and the slightest thing can send me into a spiral and I just don't want to do this anymore and I shouldn't fucking have to. But I do.