I just want it all to stop.
Can't I just have a day off please? A day off from this constant black feeling buried deep inside, swirling around my mind, always there, always reminding me that it won't leave or give up.
Such a mess of a man
Monday, 29 April 2013
Friday, 26 April 2013
Sometimes it comes back…
…sprouting up like little black flowers in the ashes of
hell.
Very dramatic I know but heck, I’ve got depression so I’m
allowing it.
At
the moment things aren’t the best, again. It’s at times like these I wonder how
and why I carry on. This week I actually had a job interview, of sorts. It was
more a display of fitness knowledge and business acumen in a group of about
nine of us. I’ve done these days before and it’s usually, best salesperson
wins. This time though, I enjoyed it and got a chance to do some fitness
related activity as well as business type stuff. There were six slots and out
of nine of us and I thought, ‘Yeh, I should get at least to stage two.’ Cue canned laughter. Fat chance son! Glimmer
of hope? Not any more, smash grind stomp! There it goes into the ground gone
once more.
So another one passes on by and I took it badly. Very badly.
That coupled with everything else lately left me upset, fed up, frustrated and
angry. My inner blood God demanded action, demanded a sacrifice and it got on
alright. My former scratching post, my right thigh, took it. Annoyingly it wasn’t
enough, the cuts and the lack of blood never going far enough, which made me
more frustrated so I cut deeper, deep enough to scar and deep enough for my leg
to smart considerably when I was done, the rage finally satiated. Blood wise a
pathetic little tear of crimson slowly dribbled down. I couldn’t even do that
right. After that I led down staring, thinking everything over, thinking how
things would never really settle down, how I’d always feel this way and when I finally
had some energy to stumble out of bed I felt awful. My body felt awful and my face
felt awful, as if all the life had been sucked from it; it felt saggy and heavy
as though it was just hanging from my skull like a melting mask of rubber. Oh
dear.
Friday, 12 April 2013
Saturday, 6 April 2013
Guten Tag!
Hallo deutschen Zuschauer!
Danke für das Lesen und Stoppen von :)
Bitte entschuldigen Sie meine Grundkenntnisse in Deutsch.
Thursday, 4 April 2013
Once more with feeling please...
And so it begins again. Down in a hole. Frantically pulling
ideas and plans out stacking them high like a mental game of Jenga only for it
all to come tumbling down the next day as I hide away in my bed under the life-proof
duvet.
This is getting too familiar. The sun is shining outside but
its cold as due to the wind gusting and blowing. My brief gym run has now been
cut short as I have neither the will, the energy nor the inclination to get up
and go. Cups of tea, music and films are about as much as I can muster. Washing
and basic stuff have either been forgotten or not bothered with. I can’t be
arsed at all with any of it. I have a couple of trips planned next week and I’m
already apprehensive about them, will I make
them, will I want to make them, what if I
have to cancel again?!
Confusion reigns with me, before sleep, during it and upon
waking. I have no idea what my life is
and whether I can either get myself into some sort of direction to proceed with
it all. Ack, hate it because I know where this line of thinking will take me.
Back there, back to seeing orange everywhere....
Wednesday, 3 April 2013
Numb reprise
The numbness of it all, the numbness to all things, things I
liked and loved, they bring me only a dull numbness that is like a tongue that
has been burnt by a sip of too hot tea leaving it numb to any taste or
sensation for the next few days. With shaky hands and tired mind I can just
about lie here and listen or watch. Typing too of course but if I don’t get
these words out then they’ll just float around my noggin, free to roam, not
settling just being, existing, letting me know that they’re there. They haven’t
gone yet and even if you think we have, we haven’t. We’ll always be here, somewhere
in the background ready to pounce when we get the chance. Is this malignant
sadness, this black how I am now? Is it my defining… thing? I've just texted in
to say I can’t make what little work I have on at the moment. Will they get
bored of my illness and my calling in because of, ‘a bad day’?
Goodbye blue sky...
Blue Blue Electric Blue that’s the colour of my room...
Dreams? Odd at the moment, also they seem to be tinged with
a certain amount of tension and sadness. It’s probably no coincidence that this
is due to my poor attempt to come off my meds. I tried missing out alternate
days and this has led me to take the proverbial one step forward two steps
back. Recent dream was of my old school friend complaining about something I’d
done 8 years previous. He then morphed into a monkey with a hand-grenade, pin
was pulled and he then changed into a dog and brought the live grenade back to
me.
I tried to wrench it from his mouth and when I did and threw it away he brought
it back.
It went off nearby when I got it loose again but didn't really do
much. I didn't seem that panicky about it either.
Waking up I feel awful right now, kinda like I've had a monster
of a gym session followed by an even bigger monster of a CV workout. Then when I've finally awoken I’m anxious, angry and tense, tense and anxious or angry
tense and anxious. Oh deary me. Lesson learned there then. Regardless of that I’m
now back to where I was trying hard not to let it all collapse around me and
let those mind demons run amok let they've just been allowed a day out amongst
my head tearing up all my tentative plans for the future and graffiti-ing, ‘No
chance! Forever to be this way, Give it up!’ all over my new mind walls of
delicate optimism, such as they are. SI is strong as is the odd urge to binge
and purge with food. New one that and am not too sure where it has come from.
No-one sees itI suppose and it’s fairly concealable up to a point, not like SI
that can be detected sometimes. In the name of no-one’s really sure, is this
where my head is at now? Think I’ll stuff my face with a warmed up choccy
muffin and wash it down with some tea. A nicer gentler way of self inflicted
damage I think.
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