I have had a bad week, as I often do. I can’t seem to get away from the darkness of my depression and the thoughts of ending my torment once and for all. What actually stopped me, my son. I thought of him finding me and the pain he would go through. I can honestly say that it is only my son that keeps me on this earth now. I just can’t leave him like that. He is 23 and chances are good that he will die way before I do. You see, he is insulin dependent diabetic and doesn’t take care of his diabetes as he should. It takes about 15 years to kill an organ with high blood glucose. He suddenly became diabetic at age nine when a virus attacked and killed his pancreas. The least I could do is hold on and be here for him for the rest of his life. He is unable to hold down a job, because his diabetes is extremely resistant to insulin and is often off the charts or so low he can barely function.
I have struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts my ENTIRE life! As if dealing with that and chronic pain was not enough, I now find myself struggling and stressed out, no end, on how to pay the electric bill every month. My old van has not been running well and the battery has finally died. How does one get things they need just to survive, when one has no money? It is all way too much for me to deal with. At my age, I should not be in this position, but I married three worthless men, that I spent years building their credit and their self esteem, just for them to cheat on me and leave…
I have finally come to the point in my life where I am happy to be just me, without a man! Yet, I cannot enjoy this! I have to worry and stress and try to find things to sell, just to survive. We get two actual full meals a week, because we can only get the food we can purchase with the Foodstamps we are allowed. $300 a month for the two of us and the cost of food is insane. I try to get fruit and vegetables, anything I possibly can that is good for us. We eat a lot of rice! I wasn’t raised to be like this or in this position, which makes it all the more degrading! I am disabled and cannot work, for so many reasons it is nuts. I rarely am able to drive myself anywhere. I have to live on $810 a month. My mortgage is $500 each month. The gas runs around $60 right now and the water is about $75-$80. The electric bill, this last month, was $305! The insurance, I am required to have on my old ass van, is $78 per month. How am I supposed to make it? Ugh….. I don’t know what to do anymore. I have called everywhere for any help I can find. Where I live, there is not help available. I do know that I cannot keep going like this. I have begged my family and everyone I know, but no one can help.
So, the last week I have been extremely down in the darkness of depression. I allowed myself to rest and not push myself to do anything. Normally, this helps me get past it, but I am still here and it is very dark! I have reached out to a few friends, just to talk, but I have been ignored or told that what I feel is wrong. I know that if I did end my life, those people would feel sad and say that they wished they could of helped me. I just need someone to listen to me and maybe offer up some words of encouragement. Yet, I cannot find it, anywhere! God bless my mother and one sister. They have tried as best they can to be here for me. They are the only two that even put forth an ounce of effort for me. My birthday is Saturday, I will be 46 years old at 1:21 am EST. I have heard people say, after someone committed suicide, that they wished that person would of reached out to them, maybe they could of helped. I am willing to bet they did reach out and they found that they were really all alone, as I have found. I have been told things like, “You are too pretty to feel that way.” Really?!? Or, “Comeon now, you can’t do that to the people that love you!”
A year ago I was dying and had to have a huge surgery to save my life, because a doctor screwed up horribly! My sister talked me into suing, but I can’t even get an attorney to call me back. It is like everything and everyone just ignores me and I don’t even exist. Honestly, the money would help me survive the remaining years I have and I went through a nightmare that never should of happened. What do I have to do in order to be seen or heard? What will people say at my funeral? Will they say I didn’t reach out to them? Will they say that they wished they could of helped me? I beg God on a daily basis, just to help me survive with the basic necessities. Food, clothing and shelter. Just to be able to comfortably pay the required bills, eat and get where I need to go. On top of all of this, my psychiatrist in which it took me a year to finally get in with, decided to just drop me because my insurance wasn’t paying fast enough. I have glaucoma and have had it since age 29, that doctor decided they were not taking my secondary insurance anymore and would see me if I could pay 20%. How does one do that when they cant even buy food or cover their electric bill? So, I am not on the drops I need and my vision is all messed up because of it! What do I have to do just to survive? Oh and then there is the bill collectors. So much fun with the phone ringing daily and the Bs involving all of that too. I know I don’t deserve this crap. How did I get here? How do I get out of here?………….