I want to start by saying at the moment I don’t feel like I would actually do anything to harm myself, nor do I really want to, I just don’t know how else to describe it.
I’m nearly 50, with long term health issues. I’m also struggling with peri symptoms, including anxiety. I’m on the highest dose of my anti anxiety meds and pay for private therapy to try and help myself.
Anyway, tonight, I was supposed to be going to an event with my husband and friends. I really, really wanted to go. But, my body had other ideas and I’ve been sofa bound and asleep for most of the last couple of days due to my health problems. I also missed out on something I had been looking forward to yesterday.
I feel like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place..I feel stupid for even daring to hope I could go in the first place, but then what is the point without hope? And then I feel shit because the hope was futile all along.
I feel jealous of my husband and friends who have still gone. I have been crying on and off all day, which I know sounds melodramatic but every time I thought about it, it set me off. (That’s also probably fuelled by peri hormones).
This leads me to thinking just what is the point in my life? I recognise I’m lucky compared with some but when I consistently have to miss out on things I really want to do I honestly just feel like why bother being here?
Sorry to rant. I just needed to get it out.