A Rough Start to the Day
Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 6:59 am
I wrote this post once before but I didn't have a subject so it didn't seem to post. If it shows up twice, I apologize.
I want to overmedicate today. Not lethally so. Just enough to blot me out for the day. To escape the pain and darkness. To escape the thoughts of self hatred that take over my mind. I hate myself so much...absolutely everything about myself: my appearance, the size of my body, my personality, the fact that I have no redeeming qualities, my weakness....I could go on and on. My parents rejected me. They never loved me or liked me or accepted me for the person I was. I have so much anger towards them because of this. It threatens to eat me alive. The pain of my existence is so unbearable. It becomes a chore every day tofigure out how to blot it out...how to make the day bearable. Is a life of such pain really worth living? I know, I know...I am supposed to soldier on for my family. But I feel nothing there. I try to go through the motions of being a good wife and mother but most days I fail and there is no feeling there. Neither do I feel any affection coming from them.
My psychiatrist told me yesterday that I possess an inner strength that is keeping me going. There is something inside me that wants to live. That part of me is getting harder and harder to tap into but somehow I keep on doing it. I hear the kids getting up. I better go.
I want to overmedicate today. Not lethally so. Just enough to blot me out for the day. To escape the pain and darkness. To escape the thoughts of self hatred that take over my mind. I hate myself so much...absolutely everything about myself: my appearance, the size of my body, my personality, the fact that I have no redeeming qualities, my weakness....I could go on and on. My parents rejected me. They never loved me or liked me or accepted me for the person I was. I have so much anger towards them because of this. It threatens to eat me alive. The pain of my existence is so unbearable. It becomes a chore every day tofigure out how to blot it out...how to make the day bearable. Is a life of such pain really worth living? I know, I know...I am supposed to soldier on for my family. But I feel nothing there. I try to go through the motions of being a good wife and mother but most days I fail and there is no feeling there. Neither do I feel any affection coming from them.
My psychiatrist told me yesterday that I possess an inner strength that is keeping me going. There is something inside me that wants to live. That part of me is getting harder and harder to tap into but somehow I keep on doing it. I hear the kids getting up. I better go.