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Edited on Fri Mar-21-08 01:44 AM by davidthegnome
Anyone else like that movie? To give a brief summary, it's a movie where a man gets trapped in time. Every day he experiences the exact same day, and the exact same things. In his case, it happens to be Groundhogs day. Good movie... but it applies to my own situation, I feel.
Every day is the same and no matter what I do, or try to do, it seems that I am caught in a never-ending cycle of depression, anxiety, and most especially, apathy.
I live in an isolated area in Northern Maine. Imagine a lake, covered with ice and many feet of snow, a forest on either side of a fairly modern, two story house. With snowbanks that are truly enormous. Up to six feet high in some places now, even right on the sides of our driveway.
I spend 90% of my time in my room. A small room. I divide my time between reading books, fooling around on the internet and talking to my girlfriend on the phone. My girlfriend who lives in MA, who I can't go see because I'm broke and unemployed.
I've applied for so many jobs I've lost count now. Even simple jobs, like pumping gass, or flipping burgers at Burger King. Never seem to get any phone calls - as far as I know I have no criminal record. Was caught smoking pot once... big deal. I have a GED rather than a traditional high school diploma, and I was a Jobcorps student. Other than that, I can't figure out what's keeping me from getting a job that almost anyone can do.
I've been putting off going to school because I hated it so much when I was young that I dropped out. It was like a prison for me. Now I'm thinking about enrolling for the fall semester at a local university... but that still leaves me here for the months to come.
Even having made this decision, I feel worse and not better. I've been so depressed lately that some times I just lay in bed, not moving, barely thinking, barely feeling anything but a vague sort of apathetic misery with life in general. I've been reading the same books over and over again from my library (a tiny closet in my room, with a shelf that hosts a large number of fantasy books, and self help books).
I keep hoping something will happen, that I'll suddenly have some kind of epiphany that will make it all easier to cope with. Or that someone wise and understanding will help me to heal and become a mentor, help me to be happier and perhaps wiser.
No, I wouldn't harm myself. Though I do think about doing so, particularly at the worst of times, I would not. Still, I have thought about crying out for help, my therapist seems unable to help me and as frustrated as I am. My psychiatrist is distant and uncaring - not good for much but prescribing drugs. I've become so desperate to feel better that I've honestly considered going to the hospital and lying, or calling the help line and lying. Telling them that I'm going to kill myself - I'm not, you understand, but it would get me help. And it seems to be the quickest way, the magic words, the only ones they respond to.
My parents are in their fifties, pretty content with life in general I suppose. They can't understand what I'm going through and can't help me. I'm beginning to doubt that I can even help myself. I'm afraid that I'm going to keep spiraling down into this misery until all I do is lay in bed all day, hating the world.
That's not what I want... at heart I believe I am a good person, empathetic and caring and gentle if nothing else. Yet it seems I am a prisoner of my own mind, a prisoner of circumstance, and a prisoner in my own home. The gas prices are so high I can barely leave home at all - and being here all the time is one of the things driving me crazy. I've tried to escape into my books, but they don't offer relief as they used to.
I feel like I'm stuck in the same place. Like I'm living the same day over and over and over again and nothing I do makes the slightest difference. It is an awful feeling, and I wish I could cry, I wish something miraculous and wonderful would happen and I would feel better. I wish I could get out of here. But if wishes were horses...
Thanks for reading my rant. Not sure if there's any point, any conclusion to it... not sure if posting it will help me. Just wanted to talk about it.
(edited for spelling)
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