I don’t know what is going on with me at the moment and I’m becoming really frightened.
I’ve suffered on and off with depression ever since I can remember. I’ve been to numerous counselling sessions and taken sertraline for the past 5(?) years. I came to terms with the fact that its something that I have to deal with and something that’s never going to fully go away, but something that can be less at times.
This time its different though. I’ve been fixating on the idea of suicide. I don’t think I would ever do it, I care about my parents so much and I know it would break them. I couldn’t do that to them. But I’m becoming increasingly worried about why I keep thinking about this. I’ve got to the stage where when I’m out with friends, I want to come home and cut. Its currently only my legs so not a suicide attempt. I went away with work last week and kept thinking about coming back because then if I needed to kill myself, I could. I’ve written suicide notes, I’ve been reading posts on reddit, even watching bloody documentaries. I don’t know why this is something I’m starting to obsess over. Like I said, I don’t think I will actually do it, but I want these thoughts to stop. I’m scared that its going to get more and more and will eventually lead to me being in a state where I’m not as rational as I am right now.
There are reasons I feel like this. I came out of a 6 year relationship earlier this year. He told me he had to break up with me because he has been a carer for me and doesn’t want to be. My depression is too much. He’s said I’m selfish and have destroyed him by being like this. I found out a few months ago he was already in a new relationship with a mutual friend, which hurt quite a lot. The whole thing has made me feel pretty useless as a person. I feel that no one will ever be able to put up with me.
The breakup coupled with the fact I live in a different country to where I’m from has made me feel pretty lonely. When I do get out of bed and try and meet people, friends, I end up being pretty pathetic and pretty much begging people to see me. I really feel uncared for, like I’m draining everyone, people don’t want to spend time with me or talk to me anymore because of the pessimistic mess I am, being so needy all the time.
I’m struggling with drinking too much. This is something I’ve always struggled with and I’m aware of it. I don’t drink daily but I do binge drink probably at least twice a week. Its been getting progressively worse these last few months and I’m putting myself in some pretty stupid situations. I’ve been using casual drunken sex with strangers as an outlet to try and distract myself from everything, blank everything out. Problem is I feel awful about this afterwards yet I continue to do this.
I don’t know why I’m writing here or what I’m really looking for. I don’t know, partially to vent and partially to see if anyone has any advice on how to stop these thoughts. I don’t want to see everything spiral more out of control. I don’t want to be scared of myself. I want to find enjoyment in something but it doesn’t seem possible right now. I’ve done the counselling, on the meds… is this it now?