“Just keep yourself preoccupied, you will feel better.” “Just think positive!” All these–easier said than done. Ever since summer ended last year, I’ve been having depressive episodes, and its getting harder and harder for me to cope with it as time goes by. I’m afraid as the voices are getting stronger and the depression deeper. I never thought I would finally see suicide with perfect, crystal clarity. I used to snort with derision at the very idea of it, but now  I am facing it with its hand outstretched, enticing me with a really lucrative offer. I’m reeling in this pit, stagnated. I feel isolated and going nowhere. My career is on a standstill, so when I decided to try something else for the mean time, for some reason, I keep getting rejected through no fault of my own. I can handle rejections, I’m used to it all my life. What I hate the  most is when people around me can’t seem to understand my predicaments whenever I get a rejection. They can’t understand my plans, and if they do, they shoot it down as an alibi–a weakness. To make matters worse, the people who are pulling me down are mostly family members. They make mean comments and start stupid issues about me. They don’t like me. That is the fact of the matter. I’m this useless appendage they so badly want to get rid of. No one among them wants me to be around. Everyone is in a hurry to ditch me somewhere because I don’t serve any purpose to them. They are discarding me, or more specifically, they want me dead. I miss school. It was my opium for a while. The very few ones who do understand and care are so far away from me. There’s only five of them and for some reason, I can’t tell them everything. Perhaps I’m trying to protect them, especially my husband, from all these mess, and sometimes I feel such a loser because I’m envious of my own friends. Their lives are so much more streamlined: school, work–normal things normal people worry about. Why can’t I have a life like that? Let me worry about the normal things, not family feuds and random illnesses. I feel bad because I’m supposed to be happy for them, well I am! I just can’t help the bitterness. The unfairness of life. The cards I’m dealt with are too much and I’m trying to scrape by in order to save my sanity. Anyway, I’m not able to talk to my friends for support on a regular basis, and everyday, so what’s the point? It’s getting scarier than ever. The voices within me are getting stronger, and there are times when I am about to surrender to them. Maybe they’re my true friends…my they’re the honest ones, the voices in my head. Maybe no one would really care for me, even if something bad happens to me. Maybe I’m just this huge hindrance to everyone and anyone I come across with. I could shoot myself right now, and everyone would throw a party. Even my in-laws started hating me for some reason. We are currently on a long-distance relationship, so chances of me being rude to them or doing anything of a huge mess against them is extremely slim to none. They just flipped personalities and changed for the worse. I feel bad and pathetic. This is not the first time people just started hating me for no reason at all, but I’m so tired of everything: the drama, the hostility, the mess, the frustration…no one cares anyway. I could just leave everything behind and no one would give a damn. I just want to leave. I just want to leave permanently.
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