Sometimes I want to sleep forever and ever.
Other times I feel nothing at all. UNcomfortably numb.
I assume I have lingered in a chronic depression for a very long time. Some days are okay and others, very bad.
Sometimes I wish I had a visible physical ailment or a pain that I could just go have a tests done and once it was confirmed, I could receive the proper treatment.
Mental illness is far more complex. Only I can describe my symptoms to someone else to give me treatment. But I have never been anyone else to compare my emotions to theirs.
Maybe everybody feels this way and I am just more sensitive to it? I really doubt it. But it's hard to say how I feel is severe depression or minor or chronic. Maybe my anxiety makes it worse. Maybe I am just a worrywart.
Perhaps I am just a miserable person and that is my personality.
Considering I love to laugh and have a wicked sense of humor, I don't think I am generally miserable. That wouldn't make sense.
I experience suicidal ideations every day. When I read an obituary or an article about someones death I feel envy.
They don't have to suffer anymore. No more pain and anguish anymore. And most of all they are free from financial stresses.
I have stated often that I would not be here if it weren't for my kids. They need me so I exist to care for them. David says he needs me too, but he could survive without me. It's the kids I worry about. And the cost for my funeral. That would be an extra burden on my family.
But, no worries, I am not going to die. If there is any higher being, I am sure they plan to punish me for whatever for as long as possible. I will probably suffer until I die of old age at 110, with my luck.
I certainly hope not to live that long. Another ten years maybe and then I will be ready. Joshua will be 13 and the boys will be 18 and 21.
I hear you saying, " goddamnit go to a freaking doctor already!!"
But, and there is always a but, I have no transportation, and most importantly, no baby sitter for Joshua.
I have no friends and no close family, at all. Not even one person. Except David and he works very early, until late.
Each day is long and each day is, eh just another day. Another day in a wasted life. Another day.
Joshua brings me sunshine where, otherwise, there would be none.