I feel like people don't really 'know' me, the true me, the voice of the thoughts in my mind. Do you who are reading this get that feeling? Those people just don't truly know you?
I'm always told I'm such a nice person, and I do consider myself to be a nice person as I don't steal, I always respect privacy and most importantly, respect every person. Yet the way my man makes me feel by continually alluding to his view that as long as I'm 'on drugs' I'm NOT normal and cannot ever be so while on them. Which is why I am now really starting to believe I truly am a fuck up, I'm not living my life right apparently. According to him, no-one should take any drug for any problem.
All this psychological turmoil mixed in with the fact I'm on a lowering doses of both Lexapro and Suboxone is causing a darkness to emerge from the dark recesses of my consciousness and is causing my mind to release such anger, fear, and suicidal daydreams...These scare me the most. To simply overdose on a strong opiate, close my eyes and wake up in the afterlife...these morbid fantasies frighten me. I know that I must increase the Lexapro immediately, it'll get rid of these thoughts and feelings. Is that who I truly am behind the Lexapro?
I've never been so pissed off and full of angst in my whole life and I'm over 25 years old. Right now I am thinking that my boyfriend is more of a detriment than a help. I just want to be single and be left alone but I become self destructive when isolated for too long and I really did fall in love with him two years ago, I can't just walk away from us as heartache is so damn intense. Then again his recent threat lingers constantly in my mind...go to rehab or he'll leave me. Perhaps I should just tell him to fuck off and have it all over with but that's just not me and I hate that I cannot just do things like that. Being too nice for too many years has taken it's toll. I'm beginning to believe I might have to be medicated til the day I die....



