Loneliness
A page in the diary "Moving On"
Written by maple 21. Jul 2008 01:01 PM
And Winter. It is making me dislike everything about myself, my home, my life. And so maintaining any of it is hard work, because I don't like any of it anymore. Even changes don't make a difference. Ending my relationship was necessary but at least it was keeping me connected to a slight degree. There was no integrity of feeling there though from the other person and so it was a hopeless enterprise. I didn't trust my perception because of depression there, I ended things on evidence not just emotion.
I don't see a person, the phone doesn't ring, and there is no-one I want to see anyway. Nor do I want to sit here in the dark and freezing cold going mad. If I go out all I want is people to get out of my way and to get in out of the cold. But when I am home I am eternally directionless.
I look in the mirror probably 50 times a day as it's in the hallway, and I look terrible.
The basics have got me through before, and I am doing them, minimally, but it is 10am and I am already over the day. No day matters, no day counts in any way, it's just terrible. I don't drink at all anymore, one would think that would be an improvement but it just seems to make the days longer is about all.
I shower and dress and tidy up every day, but I don't know why except the one day I don't the Jehovas Witnesses will knock on the door. Or someone looking for directions, you all know how it goes. And then I will hate myself further.
I am afraid because I have experienced this isolation too many times now and for too long, how long this time?
It was 3 full months including Xmas and New year last time. All I had the last 2 months after surgery was 1 hour every 2 days or so with the half bf. It was better than nothing but nowhere near enough to keep going with that.
It is 9 weeks since my surgery tomorrow, I have dilligently looked after things, and myself, it does take longer I know to recover plus I am in instant menopause and so overnight became a completely different person. One I don't even recognise who feels nothing but despair.
My nights have become bad again, waking and dreams and disturbance and so there is no relief to be had anywhere and I am becoming afraid of going to bed. I have tried to think of a nice place to go sit at least but there isn't anywhere I want to be.
It's pathetic I know, but my life seems pathetic. I simply can't tolerate this weather.