I don't really know where to start. I'm very depressed at the moment and I've been slogging along for so long now, chasing the light at the end of the tunnel and trying to perk myself up that this too will pass, but it's just getting worse. I feel like this is the end of the road for me.
I just feel like I'm begging constantly for attention and affection. I've had so many rejections for jobs I've applied for since Christmas; none of my medical referrals have gone through even though I've tried chasing them up; I have no friends, my partner hates my guts and wants me out of his life even though I've pleaded with him to reconsider, and with that I'm about to lose my home and all my savings, too. Yesterday I tried to join a group on Meet Up (an online network of local groups and people to join/meet up with) and got a message back from the group organiser that my application had been declined due to not being a match for the group. Such a silly little thing, but it stung. Even somebody who's never met me doesn't want to get to know me, is what it feels like, although that's not true, it wasn't personal, it shouldn't feel so personal.
I contacted a few old friends on Facebook, caught up and exchanged a few nice chatty messages. I asked a couple of them if they'd like to meet up for a coffee whilst I was back visiting my old hometown recently - they said they would but when I tried to confirm a day the messages just tailed off and I've had nothing since so it's clear they weren't really interested.
I just feel very low and unwanted, really. I made a suicide attempt a few weeks ago and thought afterwards that I was glad it didn't work because it could be like my Damascene conversion, the point from which I threw myself into life - hence all the contacting people on Facebook, trying to join groups, buying a bicycle to get out more. But all that has come to nothing and I'm back where I was before. I'm too tired to carry on any more. At the hospital they said they'd refer me for counselling, but it's not happened and when I call my GP to find out they don't know who I am, say they'll call back but don't. The Samaritans listened and were lovely, but they just reassured me that my life was worth living but I can't see it at the moment and have to trust things will improve gradually. But it's been like this for years. They're just reassuring to be nice. I hate who I am and how I behave and that nobody likes or wants me as a result, but I don't know what I'm doing or recognise when I'm doing them so I can't stop doing it.