| Names are irrelevant. ( @ 2008-07-14 23:14:00 |
I am at a critical point in my life where I must choose between my disorders and getting help.
I have never... EVER felt strong enough to admit to someone else that I'm not okay..... Nor have I ever actually been able to tell someone else how I feel. Ever. Not even my closest friends.
But I am sitting here, literally afraid that if I don't.... that if I don't, I might take myself out.
Because... well... everything has become so completely unbearable that I really can't see myself faking it anymore. I have never felt this comfortable with the idea of dying... It has always scared me. It hasn't scared me for about a month now. I almost welcome it. I almost welcome it with open arms.
And my disorders... they bring me comfort in knowing that they are the one constant in my life. My constant sadness is the ONE thing I can count on.
But I don't feel like I can struggle with this anymore. I have never felt so far gone in my entire life.
But at the same time... the thought of me being weak and vulnerable around someone else makes me shake.
I don't know what to do.
A friend of mine just told me via MSN that I need help, particularly the extremely expensive kind.
I don't feel like there is any reason for me to be alive anymore.
I guess what I'm asking is if there's anyone out there who has experienced similar fears with getting help.... and.... if you got help.... did it actually help you any? Details would be appreciated, if you're comfortable with them.
I love you all dearly. Hang on, stay strong.
I have never... EVER felt strong enough to admit to someone else that I'm not okay..... Nor have I ever actually been able to tell someone else how I feel. Ever. Not even my closest friends.
But I am sitting here, literally afraid that if I don't.... that if I don't, I might take myself out.
Because... well... everything has become so completely unbearable that I really can't see myself faking it anymore. I have never felt this comfortable with the idea of dying... It has always scared me. It hasn't scared me for about a month now. I almost welcome it. I almost welcome it with open arms.
And my disorders... they bring me comfort in knowing that they are the one constant in my life. My constant sadness is the ONE thing I can count on.
But I don't feel like I can struggle with this anymore. I have never felt so far gone in my entire life.
But at the same time... the thought of me being weak and vulnerable around someone else makes me shake.
I don't know what to do.
A friend of mine just told me via MSN that I need help, particularly the extremely expensive kind.
I don't feel like there is any reason for me to be alive anymore.
I guess what I'm asking is if there's anyone out there who has experienced similar fears with getting help.... and.... if you got help.... did it actually help you any? Details would be appreciated, if you're comfortable with them.
I love you all dearly. Hang on, stay strong.