Hello everybody.
even thinking about typing this thread as i lay here in bed at 11.30 at night, is hard enough, but i found some sort of motivation to do it.
I dont expect a massive response really, i guess all i really want to do is empty my mind out and stop things whirring over and over.
i am worried for my brother (younger brother he is 23) he is in Guernsey Channel Islands (UK) and is in and out of intensive care drugs etc an there are a thousand more strings attached. (drugdealers after him, homeless, jobless, about to go to prsion long story)
its a worry for me as his older brother. and our older brother just has a first child to the family, my parents first nephew.
No one is there to see him, we are here in NZ. Me, my mother father and little sister.
i am gaining a lot of weight due to being bored and jobless, also becasue of medication i have to take (prednisolone - has a massive side effect of osteperosis and weight gain) because of a horrible thing i keep getting over and over. Nasal polyps. they keep growing in my nose and it blocks it completely so i cannot smell or taste. it is the absolute worst thing that could happen to me because i am a chef and i am asthmatic.
I have had 3 operations to have them removed but they grow back straight away, and these pred tabs do help to shrink them but only short term.
I am worried about my family were all living in a small flat whilst my mum is the only personworking. My dad is an architect and cannot find work anywhere here. Its a first time things have actually been this bad.
aside from all of this i am awaiting for my visa papers to arrive to see if it is all approved, if it is not, then i am royally F***KD.
i have had them approved in the past but since returning to the UK and back to NZ again i now got myself a nasty police record there, due to an addiction to Diazepam.
I went to the doctors last week fed up of everything. Glazing around and not being so alert like my usual self, slumping around kicking my heels.
i got a prescription of valium again, and i felt great. the 20 tablets were gone within 5 days , i went back today and claimed i lost them and got another 20.
these few things i mention here are a mere fraction of what is really going on in my life. i guess im just venting out things which are constantly on my mind.
I wish to .........whoever........... thigns were not how they are.
Life has never been happy for me. i would use the words life has never been easy, but its not been for most. but the words that would suit for me is happy.
I am a very individual character, i never get close to people and cannot find motivation inside me anywhere to DO something. To actually go out and ACHIEVE something. Make a REAL friend, someone who i can enjoy their company.
Or even a girlfriend for that matter.
I have been single now for a good 4 to 5 years. and no, i havent slept around, i dont miss it because i have practically forgotten what its like !
i lack an incredible amount of confidence in myself, and i wish i was a different person. I would always always always ask God WHY have you made me into this complete nutcase.
Why cant i be happy and live anormal life. Why cant people accept me for who i am, because i beileve the problem stems from my personality.
its weird. Its not a normal personality. I might come across normal if i were to meet you and you didnt know anything about me, for a brief encounter, but to KNOW me, i dont really know how people percieve me. I try to put on a smile and be happy around others to create a great energy.
But deep down, i am not happy and suicidal.
I am not always like this, i do tend to be normal but i dont think i have experinced a TRUE happy emotion in my life.
As we all know, the things we go through in life mould us who we are today.
I have had a shit life i would say, working in a chef industry, being treated like garbage, a bringing up by a moderately abusive father obsessed with control, and its brought bitterness out in me, yet i am a loving caring person.
If i were to see someone hurt or unable to help themselves for whatever reason i would be the first to give up what i could to help them.
yet every now and then i get these horrific spurts of suicide, which i know i would not follow through with, but its just there in my mind.
i have arms and wrists covered in scars which i used to slash away, not for attention, in fact i always kept it secret. i did this because i wanted to feel SOEMTHING. to feel ALIVE.
I think i am going through a pretty emotional stage again right now, possibly due to the fact that i cannot work for another month or so, plus all of the above reasons.
I know this will pass as it always does. I just want to vent. not looking for sympathy, beileve me thats the last thing i want, i assure you, just nice to get it out of my mind and share a very indepth insight to my mind, from one human being on this planet, to you few others.
Maybe some of you could relate to my brutal honesty, perhaps not.
Pyschiatric wards do not work for me, been there done that. i felt out of place.
perhaps my problem is, and i have ALWAYS thought this about myself, perhaps i THINK TOO MUCH!
Anyway, if you have read this far i give you my applause.
I actually feel better already strangely enough. Nice how it can make you feel reileved to vent out your mind.
Im going for a smoke now. im sure the devil is stood right by my side