Author’s Note: Not sure how to preface today’s post. For my friends who may worry about me, please know that I am ok for the most part. These thoughts are not the usual state of being for my brain. They do tend to run this way when I spiral into shame or when I despair. (As was the case when I wrote this.) When I was younger, these bouts would last days or weeks. But now, they last for at most, a few hours.
This is not to say that I am perfectly fine. But mostly, my thoughts are manageable and I am not sitting in pain throughout the day. I am grateful that is the case because I know for many people, this condemning internal monologue is the norm and any respite from it is the deviation.
If you are suffering from Depression, please, GET HELP. You are not alone.
Deep down, I am deeply afraid.
What if they’re right? That I am nothing but a bully. Not good enough. Bad. Causing untold trauma to my kids.
I want to scream, “I can be good, too! I am not all bad!”
But I drown.
I want to stop breathing. Black out. Cease to exist. Except that would cause further trauma to my children.
How can I want another baby?
Jesus, have mercy. Jesus, help.
How do I get out of this dark, closeted space? Could this darkness be a mercy? If so, it is a severe mercy indeed.
I want my heart cut out. I want the earth to open up and swallow me whole. To curl up in a corner and die. Literally die.
Please let that be true.
Need help? In the U.S., call 1-800-273-8255. (National Suicide Prevention Lifeline)