Not to lead anyone to think I'm seriously depressed (I don't feel that way yet), but why do I keep struggling with an illness where my own consciousness wants to tear its self to pieces and destroy me in the process? I'm tired of having to take meds so that I don't hear voices or see things or think thoughts that have no basis in reality. I'm tired of having to regulate and neutralize my mood because my brain is malfunctioning... and all for what? To live a life thats going to involve more pain and more struggle just to end in death? Why fight any of it anymore? Life is a struggle and I just don't see why I should keep fighting to live it when its just going to end eventually anyways. Maybe time to just drop my meds and let the disease run its course and see where it takes me (for better or for worse, and it will definitely be for worse). I hate my life and how much effort I have to put into it just to get out of bed in the morning. I just want to be happy and I can't remember if I even know what that feels like or if I've ever known what it feels like.
I'm sorry for ranting. I'm not going to do anything to harm myself, even in this state I know that going off my meds would be a disaster that I'm not prepared to deal with. I'm just really tired and can't remember why I get out of bed in the morning any more. It just seems like every day is more trouble than its worth.
I'm sorry for ranting. I'm not going to do anything to harm myself, even in this state I know that going off my meds would be a disaster that I'm not prepared to deal with. I'm just really tired and can't remember why I get out of bed in the morning any more. It just seems like every day is more trouble than its worth.