No way out
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Hi there, just thought I'd share my story so far and perhaps you may feel similar or relate to it in some way.
I'm currently in hospital for severe depression and anxiety. This is my second week as an in patient and I will probably be here for at least another two weeks. Before I was admitted I was on the brink. I was constantly thinking about killing myself and was actually self harming. I am in my own nightmare at the moment with no way out! I can see no way out and I feel totally detached from life and my loved ones and friends. I have been overwhelmed by the support and love I received whilst going through this but I still cannot see an end to the pain. I might even call it a living death. I feel low at the best of times and nothing most of the time. I feel as though I cannot laugh or cry, totally numb and emotionless which is in itself a kind of hell.
I have no motivation and see life as a pointless cruel joke. If I might borrow a line from Macbeth: "Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing"
I want to get better but see, feel and taste my life as only a dark, twisted, bitter and futile one. I go to bed hoping not to wake up and I wake wishing I hadn't. I feel safe from myself in hospital and I hope wish to be my old self again but am lost in the black void. I am sorry to sound so pathetic but it's how I feel.
Perhaps one day I'll look back on these days and laugh... My heart goes out to anyone who feels they can relate to or has any experience of what I am going through now. Thank you for reading this sorry tale.
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paul67642 Mashuga
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I'm sorry to hear you're going through it and you must feel like you've got a lot on your plate!
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patricia44773 Mashuga
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I was hospitalised a couple of times a lot of years ago. They saved my life (although that was the last thing I wanted at the time). I am grateful now. I even went through the hell of ECT many, many times, leaving me to this day with a terrible long term memory which has robbed me of so much.
But I am here and I have a good life, I still suffer from depression and take meds, but nothing like the pergatory that you are suffering right now.
You probably won't look back and laugh.....but in time you will look back and thank heavens that someone saved your life so that you could experience happiness again.
Good luck Benny...hang on in there.
Pat xxx
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I think I feel so badly about it because my two girls were the making of me.....I stopped thinking about me and my problems and put everything into bringing up my babies to the very best of my ability. The days when they were totally dependent on me were the happiest days of my life.
It should have been the same for you....for every mother. I am so sorry love.
You are a lovely, caring person, all will be well.
Pat
patricia44773 Mashuga
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Don't deprive the world of such a special person.....stay in the world and do something special, save a life, rescue an animal, make someone smile each day. You have so much to give, you are special.
Pat
Madasahatter Mashuga
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i agree, you are in the best place for your current situation. You sound educated and erudite, something people don't tend to associate with depression and yet I think the more articulate you are, the more likely your depression is bound to be unbearably deep and unmanageable. I started on Sertraline and for me, it was a rubbish drug. I was on increasing levels over a six month period but I could not get rid of the Black Dog. Then I was prescribed Prozac and within a matter of weeks my dog was brought to heel and I'm am getting better every day. I have always been the organiser/manager etc in my life and I'm almost phobic about being in control of my life. During that bad period I was only able to do the most basic of daily necessities and I felt like I was wading hip-deep in molasses. I lost interest in my appearance (gained four stone), cut my beautiful sleek bob off and never went outdoors unless out of dire need. My poor OH still has no idea that I have been depressed but Im pretty sure he figured out something was up - it must have been like living with Jekyll and Hyde! I honestly believed that I would never get back to being me and had all but given up.
Anyway, I burble, prone to that as I have no one else to talk to. Hope you get yourself as much help as you can, take anything offered and persevere. I really don't want to get a notification from someone else telling me you did something permanent! Take care.......
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