You see, with my massive depression and suicidal attempts over the last 2 years I've had little to no energy to do anything but wanting to escape the pain I was feeling and the thoughts that I was nothing but a burden on my family.
I tried everything short of a gun (due to no access) to attempt taking my life. I gave up on myself, my family, my future, hope, love, etc. I was living to die and that is an exhausting way to live.
I loved all the wrong people and things and I loved those that I needed in all the wrong ways.
Drugs became an everyday. 2-6 pills a day were crushed and snorted. I need them to escape. To feel anything then the misery and pain I felt every waking moment.
I sliced up my arms and my thighs. 20 cuts a day was normal for me. I had razors everywhere including my wallet, purse, phone case, and even in my car. I cut whenever I had the chance. Bleeding made me feel alive. The cuts reminded me I was still human.
I cried every time I showered. Or had a minute alone. I pulled my hair. Hit myself. And belittled myself every chance I got.
Nothing anyone said was real. Everything pissed me off. No one truly understood and no one ever got it. It was never going to get better. This pain was here to stay. The voices were only getting louder. The darkness kept getting darker.
And all I wanted to do was breathe. Feel anything other than the what I was feeling. Then killing myself became a drug in of itself. I wanted to lose consciousness. I wanted to see the lights again. Feel the peace I felt when I did die before I was brought back. The moment of falling out of consciousness not knowing if you would wake again or what was waiting on the other side. It was a high. A rush. It became normal.
I spent countless times in out of the hospital. I spent months at inpatient facilities. And for a while I was paralyzed. I just was walking through this life that I didn't want to admit had become mine.
I felt like I was letting everyone else down. And they were mad at me. Worried about me. Sad for me. And I didn't want to deal with that. So I shut off. I was just okay all the time.
And then, after failed treatment after failed medication, we found something that worked!! I didn't believe it at first. Hell, I still struggle with my new normal.
But I can breathe. I can think and feel. I'm clean. My cuts are now scars. Some covered with tattoos and some not. And I'm not ashamed of what I went through. Where I'm at. How I get here. What I felt, thought, did. Because it was all real.
In those moments everything I felt was real. Valid. Extreme. Overbearing.
Today, I'm a better mom. I'm a more understanding person. I'm compassionate. I'm a better wife. A loving daughter. A caring aunt. And I'm fucking present!! I'm here. I'm still fighting. I still have challenges and feelings and thoughts that I don't talk about. I still have my moments because depression doesn't just go away even on the right combination of meds and treatments.
However, it's more manageable. I get up every morning. I brush my teeth, I do my hair, I shower, I change my clothes, I eat every meal with the right portions.
Through all that I've been through. Through all the struggles and trials. The thoughts and feelings. I learned one thing. And this one thing changed a lot of other things for me...
Remember earlier I said, "I felt like I was letting everyone else down. And they were mad at me. Worried about me. Sad for me. And I didn't want to deal with that. So I shut off. I was just okay all the time."
I realized that I was living and breathing and thinking and doing and being for everyone else!! I was so worried about how others saw me or felt about me. How other perceived me. But what about me??
I was so busy living for everyone else that I stopped living for me. And every time I felt like I let them down, it was another check under the "I'm a failure" category.
Yet not one check was under the "I love me" category. Why? When did I stop becoming important to me?
So, with the right combo of meds helping with the urges and thoughts, I've started living for me. I wake up for me. I take care of my body for me. I do my treatments and therapy for me. And since I started living for me, I've just started living. I'm a better mom. Wife. Daughter. Sister. Aunt. Etc. I'm starting to feel like me. And be like me again.
And for that I'm grateful for what I did go through. I grew a lot. I learned a lot. I loved and got hurt.
Be patient with yourself and those around you. Never settle and never change for anyone. For me the first step to healing was allowing the help in. The second.. was me.