i put this in the depressed section becuase, i think people will avoid it for the most part!
i have a slightly disassociated feeling - ever so slightly. not noticeable to family.
i feel down rather than depressed, a benign resignation that day after day is shit. I have been depressed in the past and this definitley isn't that. i dont feel despair and hopelessness. i dont feel like i am at the bottom of a dark hole and can't get out. rather i feel like i am an old bra thrown in the wash with anything and therefore i am grey.
so if depression was a colour it would be black - agreed?
i feel grey or beige definatley non descript.
now this isn't just a 'little' phase its been going on for weeks. i have no interest in work - which isn't surprising as its shit. i've been looking for a job practically since i got there - 5 years ago.
i have to force myself to go to bed at a reasonable hour becuase i can't stand the thought of another day of drudgery.
now i know everyone has drudgery, but they have something to look forward to, something to aim for, something in the future.
i swear i can't see anything.
now, thing is i dont want help from you. not that i like rolling around in my own greyness wallowing in grey stuff. its not a chemicle imbalance. its 18 months of shite. if i am truly honest with myself its 5 years of shite. it was shite before that but i had a great job, great friends so - its wasn't all shite. Particularly the last 18 months and the last 6 have been the pits. a series of shytes have landed on me from a great height.
so not chemicle imbalance. i dont want pills. i need a new life. trouble is i'm stuck. financial pressures assure my work drudgery. i hate this house, i cannot move ( dont ask just take my word I can't) and i have never defined my 'self' by the greatness of my children. of course - like you think yours are , mine are great. but thats about just enough to stop me screaming at the top of my voice until i pass out.
i dont want to do night classes - i am fucked when i get home from work - i can hardly cope with alternate cooking, washing up homework blah de blah.
jesus i could write a book.
my happyness has gone. i know only i can make a change. bbut the changes i want to make are not feasable ( house, job) not in the short term anyway.
i keep looking skyward and thinking "lord, just gimme a break!" my life is like one fucking tragic event after another, theres only so much a person can take surely? i've had my share lord, move on!
thanks.