I lost my mother to cancer in March of 2007. She had a type of skin cancer called Squamous cell carcinoma and it ended up spreading taking 3 years to take her. Ever since she found out she had it, I haven't slept much.
When I was 19, I had a stroke and had to move back in with my folks. I was a rebellious kid and during the time I lived with them, my mom and I got along as if none of my behavior in the past had ever happened. Then she got sick so I found a job and helped my dad, who is disabled, pay the bills. I have 3 brothers and they more or less never came around to help.
After Mom passed, I was put in the hospital and had to be medicated. Since then I haven't been able to function like everyone else. You could say I "let myself go" but I think that insinuates a conscious effort.
My boss refused to give me my 3 days pay for a death in the family, so I didn't go in for a week, and nearly lost my job.
I stay up late at night because I don't want to lie awake thinking about Mom dying. I've often seen 3 sunrises before finally passing out from exhaustion. I don't know if there is an end to this, but I'm beginning to feel like if an end doesn't come then I may have to make an end appear.
No one seems to care how I feel and frankly it doesn't even matter anymore. I'm sick of feeling this way. I can't sleep and I'm rarely hungry. Nothing seems to make me smile anymore.
I've called the 1800 suicide number last year and I was actually asked to repeat myself over and over again. Then in the middle of the call I was put on hold so the girl could answer her cell phone. It's pretty bad when the suicide hotline doesn't even care.
I'm at my wits end here and I don't know what to do. I don't have a job at the moment and I can't afford to see a doctor. It's looking like my only other option is to go see my mom. At least I know she still loves me.
When I was 19, I had a stroke and had to move back in with my folks. I was a rebellious kid and during the time I lived with them, my mom and I got along as if none of my behavior in the past had ever happened. Then she got sick so I found a job and helped my dad, who is disabled, pay the bills. I have 3 brothers and they more or less never came around to help.
After Mom passed, I was put in the hospital and had to be medicated. Since then I haven't been able to function like everyone else. You could say I "let myself go" but I think that insinuates a conscious effort.
My boss refused to give me my 3 days pay for a death in the family, so I didn't go in for a week, and nearly lost my job.
I stay up late at night because I don't want to lie awake thinking about Mom dying. I've often seen 3 sunrises before finally passing out from exhaustion. I don't know if there is an end to this, but I'm beginning to feel like if an end doesn't come then I may have to make an end appear.
No one seems to care how I feel and frankly it doesn't even matter anymore. I'm sick of feeling this way. I can't sleep and I'm rarely hungry. Nothing seems to make me smile anymore.
I've called the 1800 suicide number last year and I was actually asked to repeat myself over and over again. Then in the middle of the call I was put on hold so the girl could answer her cell phone. It's pretty bad when the suicide hotline doesn't even care.
I'm at my wits end here and I don't know what to do. I don't have a job at the moment and I can't afford to see a doctor. It's looking like my only other option is to go see my mom. At least I know she still loves me.