I'm reaching out. Even if it is online. I'm too ashamed to call a hotline. The person I've use to center myself is no longer talking to me, and I tried calling my husband but he was making plans to go out with his new roommate. So I told him to go. He is across the country anyway, and I don't need him ruining a job opportunity to come here.
I'm suicidal again. Not over the friend thing (though it didn't help) but where my life is. I feel so very alone lately. So trapped. There are new reasons this time, logical ones that I can't seem to talk myself out of.
Before it was either punishing my parents for my teenage issues, or this last time running away and ending my problems with my husband.
This time though, this time I am questioning faith, and the reason to put up with any of it. Is there really a point? Or is it just a drive to pass on genetics. If that's all there is, I'd rather not pass on depression, faulty ovaries, overeating, and pack-rat genes.
It's easy to convince yourself that the situation is just temporary and you'll move past it. But what do you say to yourself when you see no point to life in general. To any of it. Not to your own or any living thing on the planet. What do you do to convince yourself when beauty isn't enough anymore?
I was in the shower tonight sobbing on the floor feeling guilty that I wanted to die, too ashamed to tell my family and friends, and still too chicken to do more than wish for it. I made myself get up determined to reach out to someone tonight. I noticed a black dot on the tan tile. It was a spider. Not sure what kind, but he was taking advantage of the moisture in the air to either clean himself or get himself a drink as he kept bringing the ends of his legs to his mandibles.
It's small things like that that remind me of my belief in God.
I'm taking a deep breath, I'm letting it out and I'm going to trust that there is a point to all of this. That it's worth the pain and struggle and I won't regret having lived.



