Lonely People

I’ve been off the IVs for a while and my PFTS (lung function) didn’t go up that much, I’m not where I should be.  I can tell though, I’m still coughing more than usual, but no fevers so I can’t complain.  In case you’re wondering I still haven’t gone to see a doctor about getting on meds.  I’m not sure why, it’ll probably help, but I don’t know I just don’t want to.  I have an appointment next week so we’ll see.  I probably will end up doing something because nothing else is helping.  I’m back at my childhood house watching my dads dog and it’s really hard being here.  The weather isn’t great and there’s nothing to do except to be alone with your thoughts.  If you’re like me, that’s scary.  It’s hard being here because my mom died in this house in the room next to where I am sitting.  Being here, especially alone, is a constant reminder of what is no longer.  It should be me and her going to the beach or spending way too much money while my step dad is off for work.  But it’s not.  It’s just me with my psychotic thoughts in a house with a lot of opportunities to act on those thoughts.   My birthday is in a few days, the big 2-1, and I hate that I feel this way.  I probably won’t go out, I just want to go back to my apartment and not have to deal with anybody.  The one thing I hate about coming back to my hometown is seeing everyone I know and the people here stress me out.  I can’t handle it.  Only a few more days and I’m out of here.  I hope.

Last Resort

A week ago I started feeling awful (CF wise) so I just started IV antibiotics last night, hopefully, I will start feeling better soon.  I’m doing them at home for two weeks.  I had a fever today and was drenched in sweat as I was talking with my therapist.  Disgusting, I know.  The CF walk is Saturday so I should start feeling better by then.  I am so tired and it’s only day one of IVs.  Mentally I’m still the same.  I think I will be going on meds for this at some point.  I was going to before, but then I got sick.  When I get feeling better I am going to the health center to try something, maybe it will help.  We will see.

My Own Worst Enemy

I’m still having those thoughts.  Shocking.  It’s not going to get better.  Apparently, it could be biological.  I have all the reasons in the world to feel this way; my CF, my mom is dead, school sucks, etc etc.  When I feel sad or have thoughts of ending it I don’t think of any of those things.  I could be walking around campus and the thoughts creep up on me.  Maybe it is biological, my genetics are fucked anyways so it wouldn’t surprise me.  My therapist suggested medication.  I don’t like that idea, but maybe it’s necessary.  On top of all of this, me and my relationship problems aren’t getting better.  I thought we were supposed to be a team, but it’s clear we’re not.  He wants to go back home every weekend and I don’t.  It stresses me out and I don’t need it.  He doesn’t even ask me if I want to go home he just says he’s going and asks if I’m coming with him or not.  Either way is a lose-lose situation for me.   I go home and stress myself out or I stay in my apartment alone.  Alone with my thoughts.  My thoughts that consist of taking a handful of pills or taking my car and wrecking it into a tree, praying that will do the trick.  I often daydreaming about jumping off a cliff or my funeral.  I feel insane.  Like I’m losing myself, my mind.  I don’t know what to do anymore, about anything.

How’s it gonna be

Yesterday was the closest I’ve ever been to calling it quits.  I can’t explain what all I’m feeling.  When I try to explain to my boyfriend what is going on in my head, it doesn’t make sense.  Of course it doesn’t make sense to someone else when I can’t even make sense of it.  I am lost and numb.  I don’t care anymore, about anything.  I don’t know how I can keep living like this, being miserable every day.  I see no point anymore.  I’m sorry if you’re reading this and it’s bringing you down when you googled something completely different and uplifting, but this is where I can put all my thoughts out there; without ever having to be embarrassed by what people may think.  I don’t know what to do anymore.  Therapy isn’t helping, nothing’s helping.

Let It Go

I’ve been seeing someone and I don’t think it’s been that helpful…yet.  I’m still going, I’m not giving up.  My boyfriend has moved in, the job interview out of state, he went to, but they never called him back.  I should be happy that he’s living with me now, but I’m not.  I’m still feeling down and having thoughts of potentially hurting myself.  Not only that, I just don’t know about my relationship with my boyfriend anymore.  Is he living here because it’s convenient?  Or is he here because he wants to be?  I don’t want to be someone’s backup plan, I want to be their first choice.  I feel like I’m never gonna be happy again,  I haven’t felt legitimately happy in what seems like forever.

Cherry Wine

Everything is falling apart.  I decided about a week ago to start seeing someone.  I told him everything that has happened to me within the past year and it seemed that it might be too much for him.  You know that’s when you’ve had it rough is when a therapist is distraught about your problems. I went last Wednesday and my boyfriend decided to tell me on Friday that after having this plan of us living together for a year might be coming to an end.  He decided to apply for a job five hours away.  I’m stuck with a year lease on an apartment having to pay rent all on my own if he gets the job.  He didn’t discuss it with me first either.  He applied, scheduled an interview, and booked a hotel for tomorrow.  I don’t think I’ve never been so hurt in my life, betrayed even.  I told him everything I’ve been going through, even having thoughts of hurting myself and then he does this at a time when I need him the most.

Things like this make me question everything.  Why am I in school, why am I wasting my time, why am I even here, alive?  What’s the point if every time something remotely good happens I got slapped in the face ten times harder?  I give up.

Blog Numero Uno

This is my first blog post.  No, I won’t tell you my name because I want to keep things anonymous and since it’s my blog I can do that.  I’m a sophomore in college suffering a touch of depression and am dying like the rest of you, just at a fast pace is all.  I have a chronic illness known as Cystic Fibrosis and if you’re curious to what that is then google it because I’m sick of explaining over and over again my slightly rare genetic misfortune.  If you choose to read this blog it will mainly be about school, my thoughts and feeling (yuck), and probably my mucus-filled lungs.    Enjoy.