I am underwater. Looking up I can see a dim filtered light but I am unable to break the surface. I am suffocating, water leaking into my lungs. I am drowning. Sinking deeper and deeper beneath the surface.
I am only just admitting to myself that I am depressed.
It has been coming for a while, maybe it has even been here for a while. But I would not admit that there was a problem. I have been hiding it from everyone, including myself.
I don’t want to do anything, I don’t want to go anywhere and I am not sleeping well night time, and am tending to somewhat sleep in the late morning early afternoon, and even then its not good sleep. I do not want to drag myself out of bed when I wake up. Even when I am awake I just want to lay there and not do anything.
I feel like a failure of a mother and wife because I feel that the things my children are going to remember about me right now is the fact that I am doing these things. I should be more present. I feel like a failure of a friend because I don’t give a shit if I go anywhere or do anything, I am letting the people closest to me down and I am so frustrated with myself.
I feel like a failure because I have went the past 9 months without medications and for the most part I was doing well. Don’t get me wrong I am not naive, I know Bipolar disorder does not just disappear, that it would rear its ugly head at some point.
I look in the mirror and I hate the person I see. I curse her. She is nothing…. I am nothing.