
ninthhokage
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- Nov 8, 2019
- 82
That is what my mother told me when she noticed that I've been locked away in my room for weeks upon weeks. Then, my ex told me that I'm trying to make everyone miserable, because I'm not working and maybe I should get a job.
I had a job, up until a couple months ago. The reason I left was because I had a complete mental breakdown, and I could not bare to go back. It was a customer-service job where being berated and spoken to condescendingly was expected (call centre).
I hadn't noticed until it was too late, but that place started to eat away at my mental health until I couldn't take it anymore. So I quit. I thought I'd focus on my studies and look into something more relevant to my program (accounting).
But, I started to lose motivation. I started to think I was not good enough. I couldn't focus anymore. All the progress I made this year felt like it was a complete waste of time. I was succumbing to the symptoms of my depression, again. Everything was going so well, and suddenly these thoughts of dying began to creep back into my head, until it was all I could think of.
I wish my mom and ex were right. I wish their ignorance could be my bliss: I'm depressed, because I'm not working; because, I'm not being a productive member to society.
What they don't understand is I'm not working, BECAUSE I'm depressed. I failed this semester, BECAUSE I'm depressed. It must be so amazing for depression to be such a fantasy to these people.
I wish I didn't suffer from such poor mental health. I know I have so much potential, I could have gone so far, if only I didn't have this depression. I've tried to beat it. There were so many times I naively said "I'm no longer depressed" — for it to come right back and ruin my life.
You win, depression. I can't fight any longer. There's no escape for me.
I had a job, up until a couple months ago. The reason I left was because I had a complete mental breakdown, and I could not bare to go back. It was a customer-service job where being berated and spoken to condescendingly was expected (call centre).
I hadn't noticed until it was too late, but that place started to eat away at my mental health until I couldn't take it anymore. So I quit. I thought I'd focus on my studies and look into something more relevant to my program (accounting).
But, I started to lose motivation. I started to think I was not good enough. I couldn't focus anymore. All the progress I made this year felt like it was a complete waste of time. I was succumbing to the symptoms of my depression, again. Everything was going so well, and suddenly these thoughts of dying began to creep back into my head, until it was all I could think of.
I wish my mom and ex were right. I wish their ignorance could be my bliss: I'm depressed, because I'm not working; because, I'm not being a productive member to society.
What they don't understand is I'm not working, BECAUSE I'm depressed. I failed this semester, BECAUSE I'm depressed. It must be so amazing for depression to be such a fantasy to these people.
I wish I didn't suffer from such poor mental health. I know I have so much potential, I could have gone so far, if only I didn't have this depression. I've tried to beat it. There were so many times I naively said "I'm no longer depressed" — for it to come right back and ruin my life.
You win, depression. I can't fight any longer. There's no escape for me.