Why don’t people want to be in my life, I wonder. God, I wonder what’s wrong with me.
I just want to die. It’s the truth. Lots of people, especially with mental illness do, but I’m just sharing about it. Here’s my truth.
I have a loving husband who works so hard and lots of hours.
I have a mom who is disabled and we don’t always get along so well.
I have a beautiful, talented son who is doing what he shouold be doing, which is growing and living and moving on.
I have sisters who will not speak to me. Not for years.
I had a best friend of decades stop speaking to me last year, and I still have no idea why.
I have one long distance friend. We are very close. But I don’t see her. And she and I don’t talk nearly as much as we used to.
I have another very good friend who I talk to a few times a week, and sometimes I see her when passing through my hometown.
I have a few supportive, lovely, online friends who understand Bipolar.
Beyond this, I’m alone. And I’m very lonely.
And of course I know I have God. But I want people, too. I want phone calls and hugs and interaction. There are so many people I’ve tried to befriend. I genuinely care for these people, and I truly don’t think they give a toss about me.
It’s getting bad. I’m feeling so low. Considering my old ways of self-harm. Feeling desperate, and there are moments of feeling suicidal.
This is not all to do with Bipolar, but it certainly doesn’t help.
Why am I sharing this? To be accountable, on the record, and in order not to do something bad to myself.
Thanks to you few who truly care. I know who you are.