- May 24, 2016
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Hey everyone,
This is going to be a lengthy diatribe which will most likely be hard to understand, at times contradictory and I really don't know what i want to get out of posting it, but i just need somewhere that isn't going to cause real life blow back to write.
I'm broken. I had a less than wonderful youth which has resulted in PTSD and also suffer depression a chronic pain condition and I'm currently really struggling.
Am i going to kill myself? I don't think so, that wouldn't be fair to my children, parents, partner, or dog, so there is no need for anyone to panic or be concerned about my physical well being. its been an urge that I've dealt with since i was in primary school, ill be ok.
I am tired though, so tired of keeping my shit together. So tired of having to put on a mask and pretending to be alright.
Here in Australia we have this thing called R U OK day, which is a great concept, fantastic concept to check on people ask if they are alright and then help them if they aren't.
Problem is that shit aint like that.
If it was as simple as just talking to people and everyone was equipped to hear the troubles of those around them without judgement we wouldn't need a special day for it because everyone would do it all the time.
If I was to tell my colleagues that I am struggling and spend at least an hour each day thinking about throwing a chair at my office window and then following it 14 stories to the ground that would be a career limiting move, and my industry isn't big enough for me to do that.
The big question though is what is ok? Am i currently ok because I have a support network and a job and access to hospitals etc if i need them.
The worst part is i don't think ill ever get over the things i need to get over to have a happy life, I have been working at it for almost a decade now, and my head is still a mush of rage and anguish and violence and hate.
I've tried a few medications and they were awful, the side effects were terrible, and the withdrawal when I went off them was horrendous.
If anyone has ever seen a mental health facility they will know that they are awful places to be and for me i think would just ramp up my anxiety and cause me further issues.
Anyway i ramble spin and monologue and get nowhere, i still don't know why I've written this but it's written and I'm going to post it,
hope you are all doing better than me.
This is going to be a lengthy diatribe which will most likely be hard to understand, at times contradictory and I really don't know what i want to get out of posting it, but i just need somewhere that isn't going to cause real life blow back to write.
I'm broken. I had a less than wonderful youth which has resulted in PTSD and also suffer depression a chronic pain condition and I'm currently really struggling.
Am i going to kill myself? I don't think so, that wouldn't be fair to my children, parents, partner, or dog, so there is no need for anyone to panic or be concerned about my physical well being. its been an urge that I've dealt with since i was in primary school, ill be ok.
I am tired though, so tired of keeping my shit together. So tired of having to put on a mask and pretending to be alright.
Here in Australia we have this thing called R U OK day, which is a great concept, fantastic concept to check on people ask if they are alright and then help them if they aren't.
Problem is that shit aint like that.
If it was as simple as just talking to people and everyone was equipped to hear the troubles of those around them without judgement we wouldn't need a special day for it because everyone would do it all the time.
If I was to tell my colleagues that I am struggling and spend at least an hour each day thinking about throwing a chair at my office window and then following it 14 stories to the ground that would be a career limiting move, and my industry isn't big enough for me to do that.
The big question though is what is ok? Am i currently ok because I have a support network and a job and access to hospitals etc if i need them.
The worst part is i don't think ill ever get over the things i need to get over to have a happy life, I have been working at it for almost a decade now, and my head is still a mush of rage and anguish and violence and hate.
I've tried a few medications and they were awful, the side effects were terrible, and the withdrawal when I went off them was horrendous.
If anyone has ever seen a mental health facility they will know that they are awful places to be and for me i think would just ramp up my anxiety and cause me further issues.
Anyway i ramble spin and monologue and get nowhere, i still don't know why I've written this but it's written and I'm going to post it,
hope you are all doing better than me.