On a night when I should have been happy for a new year to start, I suddenly had overwhelming thoughts of suicide. Not how I would do it, but that there was really no reason for me to take up space in this world. I have felt this before, that I am only around breathing air someone else could, working at a job that another could do. I don't feel I have any purpose what-so-ever. I don't have any special abilities making me unique.
So there I am, watching the New Years Eve shows on TV. The All-American Rejects came on and sang Dirty Little Secret. I lost it during the song, in tears, wondering why I was alive. I can sit here and try to analyze what triggered it, but that would take a while to list everything.
I think the main thing that kept me straying away from making plans to commit suicide are my cats. I can't bear to think about what would happen to them were I to do something. It would be days and days before anyone came looking for me. Not to mention, all my family lives 1000 miles away from me.
It was pretty scary for me to have those thoughts all the sudden, of suicide, when I was having a decent (albeit lonely) night at home. I was even, while laying in bed, thinking of ways to get around my cats well-being if I killed myself.
Quick background: 30yr. old female, divorced for over a year (no kids), on the smallest dosage of Celexa, and seeing a therapist that I don't think is doing anything for me (hour long sessions last maybe 20 minutes with neither of us having anything to talk about after that).
Through all this instability, I am seeking a boyfriend. Some may say it's the wrong thing to do, but for me, I think it's the best.
Just thought I would share.
So there I am, watching the New Years Eve shows on TV. The All-American Rejects came on and sang Dirty Little Secret. I lost it during the song, in tears, wondering why I was alive. I can sit here and try to analyze what triggered it, but that would take a while to list everything.
I think the main thing that kept me straying away from making plans to commit suicide are my cats. I can't bear to think about what would happen to them were I to do something. It would be days and days before anyone came looking for me. Not to mention, all my family lives 1000 miles away from me.
It was pretty scary for me to have those thoughts all the sudden, of suicide, when I was having a decent (albeit lonely) night at home. I was even, while laying in bed, thinking of ways to get around my cats well-being if I killed myself.
Quick background: 30yr. old female, divorced for over a year (no kids), on the smallest dosage of Celexa, and seeing a therapist that I don't think is doing anything for me (hour long sessions last maybe 20 minutes with neither of us having anything to talk about after that).
Through all this instability, I am seeking a boyfriend. Some may say it's the wrong thing to do, but for me, I think it's the best.
Just thought I would share.