Calming myself down
I hate myself. Every. Single. Time. I want to die. What’s the point. There is no point. It’s crazy. I don’t know what else to write. There’s so much negativity in my head. Again. I don’t really wanna talk about what happened but Tommy (my imaginary friend who doesn’t exist in real life) keeps insisting that I let it out. So here goes.
Ok actually there’s nothing much to tell. We argued very badly with me shouting at mil even while carrying my daughter and I think that’s enough it’s not fair what I’m doing to my daughter all because I can’t control my anger every time I’m around mil. I packed my bag and left alone to my mum’s place and I plan never ever to go back cos it’s not my house n she doesn’t want me there either. My sis and her husband and two sons live with my mum and when I reached my mum’s place I felt hatred from my sis. So back to crying to sleep in a room different from my normal room. Cried cried cried cos of so much hatred towards myself. I’m ever so grateful to have people on DF around when I feel so down with nothing to live for. Sigh. Finally, after hours of negative illogical thoughts on I don’t know what to do and I want to die, the thoughts in my head managed to become a bit more logical to start answering the question “What can I do?”.
I hate myself. Ok I know that.
What can I do about it? A few things but I don’t know if they’ll work.
What can I do for now? Now? I guess I should just accept what’s happened. There’s nothing I can do about the past. I wish and wish so much that all this did not happen. But it has, everyone was hurt very badly, but I can’t do anything about the past anymore.
I’ve lived at a rental room before for a few months where I spent the majority of my time inside that small tiny room without going out. I was happy then, I think cos it was a room that I spent time to search for, it was a room I work to paid money for by myself and it was a room I myself decide to live in.
I live at my parents place now and the feeling is very different. But I can pretend I’m back at that rental room. I can pretend to be happy and live here forever and do what I want when I want without anyone’s judgement. And that’s the decision I decide on so that I can stop crying.
Sigh. Personal life aside, I still don’t like my job. I’ve never liked any job that I had so far. I get stressed up very easily and I still haven’t met the numbers my boss expect from everyone but I have to. And of course I hate myself for that. But there’s nothing I can do about it.
Sigh. I have counselling tomorrow. My counsellor don’t understand having the thoughts I hate myself and I want to die repeating over n over again in my head. I even asked a friend out this weekend just because my counsellor told me to and I was blunt n told my friend the reason I’m asking her out is cos my counsellor asked me to. She has yet to reply me.
It’s 7:35am on a Monday. I need to work to get that house that I registered for to be built that’ll only be ready in 2025.
Sigh. I decided on a positive affirmation I want to use for the rest of my life: I am a strong and capable person and I have lots of strength within me.
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