Thoughts..
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 2:16 pm
I have been trying to understand why everything has seemed so much harder lately..
Harder to wake up, harder to get moving, get motivated... to be happy..
I get glimpses into others lives due to social media and find myself jelaous, and empty...
Everyone has friends, has people in their lives that enrich their lives... And then there is me..
Then I have struggles with why I suddenly care, why my life seems so empty..
It's because it is - weather the losses are by death, or by choice.. I feel alone..
First my favorite family member, my only "girlfriend" growing up, my Great Aunt past in November. Cancer.
She was my life line through homeschooling, through my depression as a teen.. She was the only one who could get me out of the house.. the one who knew right when you needed her - how to make it better - and always told it like it was..
Then in January (the 7th), my best friend in the whole wide world, my 13 year old golden retriever, had to be put down.. also cancer. He fought so hard to stay with me, until his body would no longer allow it.. leaving me to make the hardest choice in my life - one I still struggle with daily (regardless of how right I knew the decision was)
All the while; I was losing it, spiraling into depression.. I knew, was aware as it happened, and could do nothing to stop it..
My boyfriend could do nothing to help me (though him being with me helped from it getting any worse).
He, however, not growing up with pets of his own - did not know the extent of this pain, nor how it would effect him.
He too fell into a depression, and though we each tended to have opposite bad/good days to where one of us could help the other - I do feel as though I couldn't deal with it as I needed to, because at points I was too busy caring for him..
With all this happening at the same time; is right when my "best friend" became too "busy" (her words) to even talk to me.. yet had all this time for new friends..
She canceled plans with me to hang out with them.. flaunted it over social media - not as a personal dig at me I'm sure, but at times it felt that way -
whenever I tried to reach out, it would take her hours to reply, if at all.. I tried to talk to her, to make plans.. nada.
Then the one time we did, she was a half hour late..
It was clear it was not so much busy, but lack of priority..
I gave up.
And alone I sat.
I tried to make plans with the One other friend I have.. It was for lunch. She too was an hour late.
And alone I was with my thoughts,
These thoughts..
I feel as though I pull teeth for minor interactions.. yet if anyone of these people, or any other acquaintance, needed me - texted/called me - if I wasn't at work, I would be there, I would respond.
Almost, if not, immediately.
Why is it I can never find the same sense of compassion in another human being?
Why was now the time for everyone to leave? When I needed them most..
When I was dying inside from the loss of the one soul I never had to tell "what was wrong"..
I miss my dog more than words can express... how he always knew just how I felt, and how to fix it just by being him.
My boyfriend can only do so much when he too lives it everyday.. there is only so many times we can have the same coversations with the same perspectives..
And sometimes my need to vent includes living with him (men).
I know spending time with a depressed person is no picnic, but I can't help to think if some people would just ask me how I was, ask me to get out, to do something (Anything!), just to give me a reason to not feel so alone - I wouldn't feel So alone... And I might Not feel so depressed..
It seems like it's to mush to ask for, to just want someone who cares..
Harder to wake up, harder to get moving, get motivated... to be happy..
I get glimpses into others lives due to social media and find myself jelaous, and empty...
Everyone has friends, has people in their lives that enrich their lives... And then there is me..
Then I have struggles with why I suddenly care, why my life seems so empty..
It's because it is - weather the losses are by death, or by choice.. I feel alone..
First my favorite family member, my only "girlfriend" growing up, my Great Aunt past in November. Cancer.
She was my life line through homeschooling, through my depression as a teen.. She was the only one who could get me out of the house.. the one who knew right when you needed her - how to make it better - and always told it like it was..
Then in January (the 7th), my best friend in the whole wide world, my 13 year old golden retriever, had to be put down.. also cancer. He fought so hard to stay with me, until his body would no longer allow it.. leaving me to make the hardest choice in my life - one I still struggle with daily (regardless of how right I knew the decision was)
All the while; I was losing it, spiraling into depression.. I knew, was aware as it happened, and could do nothing to stop it..
My boyfriend could do nothing to help me (though him being with me helped from it getting any worse).
He, however, not growing up with pets of his own - did not know the extent of this pain, nor how it would effect him.
He too fell into a depression, and though we each tended to have opposite bad/good days to where one of us could help the other - I do feel as though I couldn't deal with it as I needed to, because at points I was too busy caring for him..
With all this happening at the same time; is right when my "best friend" became too "busy" (her words) to even talk to me.. yet had all this time for new friends..
She canceled plans with me to hang out with them.. flaunted it over social media - not as a personal dig at me I'm sure, but at times it felt that way -
whenever I tried to reach out, it would take her hours to reply, if at all.. I tried to talk to her, to make plans.. nada.
Then the one time we did, she was a half hour late..
It was clear it was not so much busy, but lack of priority..
I gave up.
And alone I sat.
I tried to make plans with the One other friend I have.. It was for lunch. She too was an hour late.
And alone I was with my thoughts,
These thoughts..
I feel as though I pull teeth for minor interactions.. yet if anyone of these people, or any other acquaintance, needed me - texted/called me - if I wasn't at work, I would be there, I would respond.
Almost, if not, immediately.
Why is it I can never find the same sense of compassion in another human being?
Why was now the time for everyone to leave? When I needed them most..
When I was dying inside from the loss of the one soul I never had to tell "what was wrong"..
I miss my dog more than words can express... how he always knew just how I felt, and how to fix it just by being him.
My boyfriend can only do so much when he too lives it everyday.. there is only so many times we can have the same coversations with the same perspectives..
And sometimes my need to vent includes living with him (men).
I know spending time with a depressed person is no picnic, but I can't help to think if some people would just ask me how I was, ask me to get out, to do something (Anything!), just to give me a reason to not feel so alone - I wouldn't feel So alone... And I might Not feel so depressed..
It seems like it's to mush to ask for, to just want someone who cares..