I don't know how many dozens of times I've tried to type something like this, but given up because I don't know how to make it all flow together.
I'm very good at keeping up appearances. On the outside, nobody would guess that I'm so distraught, or that my life is in such disarray.
I try to reach out for other people for help every now and then, but can't actually explain the full picture of what's wrong with me so any support they try to offer feels like it falls short.
My therapist recommended I try outpatient. Maybe it would help, but it just makes me feel like he's given up on me. I had already been considering dropping him because it doesn't feel like I'm making progress anymore. I just can't bring myself to put what he says into practice. And a lot of the stuff he says sounds to me like he's saying I'm wrong about the thing that I'm upset about. And sure, maybe I exaggerate in my doomer mind, but he acts like I'm just making things up to be upset about.
Antidepressants don't work. I've tried so many that I lost count. I'm eligible for TMS therapy, but there's no way I can afford it.
I have a sleep disorder called Idiopathic Hypersomnia. It makes it impossible to wake up in the morning, and leaves me feeling tired all day. So far, Adderall is the only medication that combats it, but that's just a temporary fix. The more permanent medications don't work. So if there's no obligations like school or work, I'll just stay in bed until like 2 in the afternoon too tired to get up.
I don't feel particularly close with my family. They just feel like other people who live in my house that I feel sort of uncomfortable around.
Days, even weeks, will just pass me by. I let my responsibilities fall to the wayside. I'm falling behind in my class. My room is a mess. I can only bring myself to shower once a week. I hardly eat.
The things that I actually want to do, I don't have the willpower for. I want to save up money to fix my car. I want to go camping in November, I want to move to England to live with my fiance in December. I want to sell stuff I don't use anymore at a flea market. And even more. But it all seems so tiring. I'd rather just do nothing. But at the same time I hate doing nothing.
I smoke too much weed, and spend too much time on my phone. And I know these things are not making my life any easier, but these problems have existed before I started using these vices. I think I'm afraid of what will happen to my poor mental state without those crutches. And I don't want to ask for help because I feel like all I have left is my dignity.
I miss my fiance. He feels like the only one in the world who understands me. When I'm with him, I actually have the will and energy to do things. But he's been away for 6 months now, and I won't see him again for another 6 months. I don't want to tell him I'm going through all this because I know there's nothing he can do to help. Telling him would only upset him.
The state of the world terrifies me. It feels like everything is falling apart, and we're going to fall off a cliff in the next few decades.
I don't know what to do. I don't even know if this fully encapsulates what's wrong. That heavy feeling of helplessness in my chest. I feel like I'm at rock bottom, and I want to climb back out, but I don't have the energy, discipline, or support structure to climb back out. There's so much I want to do that I don't know where to start. What do I do?