I have been suffering (and i say suffering because its not been fun) with multiple mental health conditions for more than half my life in some cases. I have had..
Bulimia/BDD since 1987
Depression/self harming since 1990
Severe agoraphobia, GAD and Panic disorder since 1998 (can't go out alone and struggle even with a safe person).
Monophobia since 2015
BPD/Aspergers since 2019 (although had it for years before)
PTSD since 2021.
Suicidal ideation every single day of my life!
I have no friends. I have been blocked from the friends i did have.
I can't maintain a relationship as no one is able to cope with my conditions and i totally get that. I don't deserve to be happy when all i do is cause stress to others. Who wants to be with someone who is so ill?
My sister, BIL, niece and nephews ALL hate me and i mean HATE. They resent me for my illnesses.
I currently live with my mother/step father. My mum fell ill in 2022 and i came to look after her and help with the housekeeping and with my step father who has later stage dementia and I've not been able to leave (for a few reasons). My mother is old and she often has episodes of passing out and being violently sick. Now, if she was alone with my step father and that happened, he wouldn't have a clue what to do. This situation arose just last Sunday. Mum felt weird in the kitchen and ended up passing out and being sick. My SF was in the next room and i was upstairs. He didn't even realise anything was going on, i only came down because i heard something which i realised was mum being sick at the kitchen table out cold. So i fear now leaving mum alone with her husband and she fell ill, no one could help her. Another reason is basically i am so monophobic that i couldn't leave even if i felt confident mum was okay.
My niece and nephews won't come and see their granny because i am here, thus ruining their relationship, mum can't go and see them because i am banned from the house, unless i sit in the car and i don't have a problem with that, i don't mind waiting in there for her. Same goes for my sister, mum could easily go round and i wait in the car, but the banning has recently extended to me even being on the driveway. If she wants a day out with mum again theres no issue with that, it just has to be planned a bit in advance so my son can sit with me. Its not surprising they fucking hate me, i hate me too.
I have had therapy since 1992 and when i requested therapy last time they said i was too complex and there was nothing else they could do for me. I simply cannot afford private. Just don't have the spare money. Over the years i've been on pretty much all the medications but i currently take escitalopram, quetiapine and clonazepam.
My dad has 2 children by his second wife, i am the second eldest. The other 3 are happy, well, settled, financially stable and have exceptionally good jobs, me, i am the embarrassment who's amounted to nothing.
I feel guilty because i've been a shit mum to my son. I wasn't ever able to do normal things with him. He's only ever known me like this.
I cry everyday and pray i won't wake up. I am exhausted from fighting this battle. I have been trying for years to get better. I take 2 steps forward and 3 years back.
I hate the loneliness. I hate not having friends/relationship. I hate being a burden to people. I hate that i am resented. I hate that i am alive fucking up peoples lives. If i wasn't here, everyone would be so much happier.
Not having anyone wish me a happy christmas yesterday solidified how fucking alone i am. I was so sad. I've got to the age of 48 and literally no one gives a shit (not including the 2 people that have to, mum and son).
I really hate myself for being this way.
I wish i could be different.
I wish i was strong enough to fight this bullshit. The fighting has become way too hard. Trust me, i have tried EVERYTHING i have been told to do over the years, but it just keeps getting worse. I have missed out on so much and yes thats a huge incentive to get better, but when my brain is just saying NO NO NO all the time and throwing me more hideous symptoms it gets harder to cope with.
I attended an appointment with my mother. I didn't want to go but my son was working so i had no choice. I ended up panicking and passing out 3 or 4 times and was told 'you can't come back here, we need to focus on the patients and not you', which i get 100%, they don't want some fruitloop halting appointments. I was a pain in the arse that day (as well as evert other). I felt so bad for having a panic attack thee.
I have nothing going to for me. I am a complete failure at life.