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i am at the end of my rope
I came from overseas 6 years ago to do my bachelors in brisbane. I was at the top of my social ladder back where i come from but life had a different lesson for me. We sold all our assets to get me and my family here. So i took it upon me to be the responsible one in the family. I sacrificed my social life to do well at uni and i did. My dad died when i was 12 and like any other family we hid the main reason of demise from the outside world. We told everyone that it was a cardiac arrest but in real it was huntington’s chorea. The thought of me having my dads disease never used to bother me before. I
finished my degree in brisbane and moved to sydney for work. Life was good, i had all the money and the women in the world but even then i earned for something more. I thought i was invincible so i decided to face the demons of my past. I started looking up huntingtons chorea and it didnt effect me. Eventually i got 2 big for my shoes and got fired from my dream job
3 years back. During this time i had to change my residence and i lost my beloved roommates and in return i got roommates from hell. I still stay with them. My mum has moved in with me. We share the same room and she chokes me to death every
second. I hated being in my room and now i find it hard to even get out of it. Losing that job must have triggered something within me that i had no control over and it was downward spiral for ever since. I havent worked for the past 3 years and i got into drugs. I dont even enjoy doing things which i once used to enjoy. Even getting out of the bed is chore for me. I used to be into bodybuilding and after getting fired i lost my motivation to go to the gym. I used to eat 5-6
times a day and now life is a drag. I used to love talking about anything and everything. Once i started to get talking i wouldnt stop but now saying hello feels like a chore. Eversince i have discovered huntingtons my attitude has changed to why bother. I think i have depression but dont have the money to get it diagnosed. Somedays i snap out of it and somedays i cant. Its hard for me to be stable. When i stop thinking about the issues that bring me down makes me feel better but sooner or later i find myself back in the hole that i have dug for myself. I dont know how to snap out of it. My best friend thinks i am weird and shy coz he has never seen me the way i used to be. He hasnt left my sight for the past 2 years
and tries everything to make me snap out of it. I play along being shy coz i dont have the strentgh to tell him i have been in depression all this time. He keeps thinking i will snap out of it and he makes a believer out of me. If i start living
my life again would it help me snap out this hell. When i am with my friends i am normal but as soon as i get home something takes over. I spend days thinking about my demise and when my best friend gets back home from work we do drugs.
During the day i keep smoking ciggies to relax my nerves but it doesnt help anymore and has made me an addict. I have lost my interest in girls and struggling from depression for all these years i have started believing i cant get out no matter what i do. I have given up on socialising one thing i used to love doing. I understand why this is happening but i dont know how to get out of it or will i ever get out of this so i keep thinking about the alternatives.
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