Well it´s been a while since my last post,
a long long time, and today I decided to be honest and tell you. I do not think
many people care about my small and annoying problems, but for those who do I
would like to say what has been going on with my life. I write what I know, and
right now my life is all I know.
Everything came down on me so fast and so
hard I did not have the capacity to process it or even write about it until
right now, this precise moment.
You see I always thought of me as a good
person, altruistic and even though I am a bit eccentric and “crazy”, I honestly
care about everything and everyone. Even so, my karma has not been good to me (I
am sure I was a very bad person in my other life) - I had to write this in English
because I cannot express my feeling in words unless I believe most people won´t
understand me, so I feel comfortable. I have been dealing with a huge and
pretty uncomfortable depression since I was 17, which I had under control until
April this year. I was mastering on the art of appearing normal and happy –
fighting constantly against my urge to give up on me and smile.
April the
30th my father died and so did I.
For months I had to deal with loads of
problems which I think were unfairly throw at me in a moment of great grief.
Grief does not come near to what I felt and still feel, I feel so much rage and
despair, I feel I was punished because I was selfish before and I did not get a
chance to redeem myself… It was a storm of feeling just suffocating me to the
point I could not take anymore.
Do not feel pity for me because I fought hard,
I had to fight so many battles that you cannot imagine but I needed to do it for
my family and in honor of my father – I regret nothing and I would do it all
over again. I do not accept anyone trying to harm the 3 most important people
on my life and I am not afraid of showing who I am and standing my ground – I might
hate my life but I would not trade my essence for nothing…
But here I am, almost one year later,
telling you I cannot move on. I drop down so fast and so low that now I barely
have energy left to explain how I feel. I feel desperate because I do not want
to die but I cannot live my life, I just can´t. I feel my brain and my body
giving up day after day, and I try so much to get out of this hole but I have
no energy left to help myself… I feel that if I move on it means I forgot my
father, and I cannot do that! I feel so guilty if for one minute I am not
suffering for my lost. I need to keep replaying the memories of my father and
just live in my little word of pain. That right now is pretty much all I have,
I have no contact or will to return to the real world. I live in a place of my
own because most of the day I am numbed by the enormous quantity of prescribed
drugs I use, and I pass that time punishing my heart for the loss of the person
I love the most in the entire world. I have nothing left, no will, no dreams and no future...
Sometimes I think about what it would be
like to ask for help and have a good and big support system to help me get
better and live a normal life – like in the Doctor Phil show. But then I
remember that we live in a egoistic world and no one could care enough for me
to do that, I honestly haven´t done a thing for people to like me that much. Unfortunately
that is the true, and that is why the days go by and the pressure to live is so
big that I find myself laid on my bed just praying to all the gods to just take
me away… That is what is up… See you later…
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