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Rolling in the deep….

Posted in depression, hope, insomnia, mental health, mental illness, recovery, self destruction, self harm, suicide with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 28/10/2015 by doyourememberthattime

i have bad patches. 

days when life is dark 

days when I’m dripping in sadness 

sometimes the days are weeks 

or

months

but

there is light. glimpses of life.

i struggle. it’s exhausting. I hate it.

there is purpose, though.

i do fight it.
i have a very definite tipping point.

my serious relapses follow an identical pattern 

insomnia cloaks me in a miserable fog

panic stacks come knocking 

guilt, shame, blood 

until i’m paralysed.

every minute of every day becomes intolerable 

the outside world is terrifying 

opening my eyes each morning is overwhelming

i attempt to soothe myself with scalpels 

and

opiates

but

nothing works, nothing lasts. 
i’ve crossed that threshold 

i’m in it.

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you slip into the fog….

Posted in depression, mental illness, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 18/03/2014 by doyourememberthattime

the arrival of sunday brought with it doom.
a hopeless kind of sadness that consumes all the light.
it’s a feeling that overwhelms
and
sends me into an emotional spiral.

everything is pointless
it is impossible to believe that this will pass.
i simply can’t cope.

my escape is a beautiful opiate fog
tramadol supplemented with trazadone & valium.
a cocktail guaranteed to keep me sealed within soft bubble.
the outside world unable to harm me
reality ceases to exist.

i float from hour to hour
content to be numb.

i wish it could be blue again …..

Posted in death, depression, hope, mental health with tags , , , , , , , , , on 22/07/2011 by doyourememberthattime

 

i feel grey again

 

it’s not the most severe level of depression

 

but it’s the most dispiriting.

 

 

i see no point in anything.

 

i’d happily stay in bed

 

no

 

i’d miserably stay in bed.

 

i’m not speaking of a luxurious lie in

 

it’s a bleak,

 

gloomy

 

unwillingness to tackle life.

 

 

i’m scared to leave the house.

 

someone pressing my door bell sent me into panic.

 

if i drop something

 

i cry.

 

 

there is no joy.

 

i dread the things i used to take pleasure in

 

food is tasteless

 

music makes me sob

 

 

i see no end

 

no relief.

 

 

washing my hair is an achievement

 

the sun outside an annoyance

 

i’d like someone to help

 

but there isn’t anything anyone can do.

 

 

my head is seeped in grey.

 

 

 

i don’t want to die

 

i just don’t want to live this life.