Yesterday Ju reader I was over it. I really was. There was nothing in my life that was calling me to stay. I really wanted things to end. Once again I started medication and it felt like things were going round in circles for me. Did I want to start this trip again? No not really.
Ive been going through this for the past 14 years now and really it's becoming tiresome. It doesnt gain friendships, it doesnt gain lasting love, I wake up alone, and the energy that I feel in my soul doesnt come through the physical anymore. I tire easily. This in turn affects work, relationships and the basics of life.
Last night I started the Stocrin. It really hit me hard. I woke up last night numb all over, the dreams of Kath and Kim and disco balls going round and round and round were driving me crazy. I couldnt move my body. I was seperate from my body. I had to get up and go to work but I couldnt. I had to miss another day of work. I was so pissed off about it. My sister ended up coming to make me some breakfast. I managed to get up and sit on the lounge and sleep some more. I couldnt shower, I couldnt even lift the cup of dandelion that I love to have so much in the morning. What was the point in all this?
The weather once again was beautiful outside. The smell of summer is in the air. I love this time of the year. The birds are out, the flowers are out, the salt water is in my veins. I want to get out there. I want to run and swim and feel the exciting air that comes with this time of the year. I look to the promise that next year will be better. That next year love will come and new opportunities will come and take me on a new adventure.
Suicide I keep telling myself is not an option. Why does this thought keep popping up in my mind? With all that I know what is it that is bringing me to this state?
So I keep looking towards the Buddha on my wall and trust that through all this pain and suffering that I am going through right now there is the promise of better things to come in the future, a future Im not certain about but pray for with every cell in my body for life.
Suicide is not an option. It's time for the meds again. It's going to get better.