I've typed something out here about 3 times, and I keep deleting it.
I'm very used to depression and anxiety, and I've been (knowingly) battling it for 10+ years. I think what bothers me the most now is the numbness. I know my depression is back and it's bad. But I'm not really "sad". There's just not much joy in anything, and while I'm not suicidal, I'm beyond comfortable with the idea of death. It used to scare the hell out of me. Now I just view it as a merciful end. I've screwed up my life over and over (from my perspective) and every time it seems to be coming together, something happens. I was really excited to start my first job as a cook. Now, I don't know if I'm going to go day one.
I genuinely am not suicidal. I've tried before and I'm much of wuss to deal with the physical pain. I know it's selfish of me and I know it would wreck my wife and my mother, but at the same time I just want the mental pain to end.
I know it's odd to be so up front about it all, but I needed to get this off my chest. All my friends and fairweather and only talk to me when they need something. My wife and mom have so much going on with their own issues that I don't want to be the proverbial straw on the camel's back. It's cathartic just typing it out at least
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