September 18, 2016 at 12:18 pm #115535
So I have this girl I’ve known for YEARS through work, she’s no longer there anymore though. She called me her friend although i’d say we were mostly co workers and that’s it because we never did friend things like hang out or text and stuff, but I have started a friendship with her for the past month because of this issue I was having and started really liking her even more and I dunno why? I know i’ll never be anything more then just a friend even though I’ve never asked her and i’ll never ask her because I will never feel worthy of her, she’s also the most amazing person I have ever met and i’m happy around her, can’t stop smiling even though i’m in a lot of pain and only show sadness (except around her). She’s REALLY loved by everyone she knows, and it’s kind of intimidating. She’s helping me through a really tough time hitting rock bottom, and i’d do anything to make her happy. She misses this 1 guy a lot, so I text him telling him this but to keep it hush hush so she can be happy keeping in contact with him and I feel like I should swap with this 1 guy and exit her life and move on even though I’ve never met anyone like this in my 30+ years being alive.September 18, 2016 at 12:49 pm #115537
I guess I should also mention my hard time was I am suicidal, told facebook I was thinking of taking my life. She came out of nowhere and we started texting, meeting up for coffee a few times and a few doctors appointments to help me. I told a fib to the doctors on Friday saying I took all 30 anti depressants in the 6 days when I only took 15, was looking to get a new batch so I could take a fatal dose tonight and got sent to the hospital for 5 hrs for a crazy high blood pressure (199/99), so my plan was ruined. But didn’t want to get caught in a lie so I just kept saying I took all 30, including to the amazing woman because I just can’t take this pain anymore. She thinks of me as an amazing guy because all the things I do to help people out, never ask for anything in return. I help people as much as I can, not for rewards but because it’s just something I do.September 18, 2016 at 8:06 pm #115568
This friend was your co worker but is now a friend in the context of helping you in your time of crisis and distress. You think very highly of her and she thinks highly enough of you to invest her time in you. She has been trying to help you and you want so very much to make her happy.
From what you have shared, it is clear that it will make her happy to see for herself that her efforts to help you are successful. And I don’t mean that you should fake progress, of course. Be honest with her, do everything you can to heal, to get better. Reach out to her (she is willing!) and do your best.
That will make her very happy, I believe. Post here anytime!
anitaSeptember 18, 2016 at 8:28 pm #115571
I really don’t want help, I somewhat like feeling this bad and sad because i’m so used to it and I believe i’m supposed to suffer. I do want her being happy, but i’m so toxic inside I really can’t get help. When we went to the doctors to talk about this I bawled my eyes out sorta, but I feel I deserve the pain I am getting. I also feel I should give her up so I can suffer my biggest regret of all. I guess this is why I get no joy in helping people? not even a little…she says it’s because something in me is blocking me, and she’s VERY spiritual. Every day I live I feel like poison. I also think she deserves someone better then me in her life.
September 19, 2016 at 2:27 am #115581
- This reply was modified 1 year ago by pete.
Is it black hawk dawn one ?
Very interesting nickname.
W3ll about your post. You have a gift next to.you and you’re blocking it .. you’re definitely worth it. Just try to believe it. Focus on your good points.
In my case there is just a few , but good become very good when you’re focused and positive about it.
You know suicidal has been my biggest fear. Since my mum planted the seed when I was little girl. Everyday when she went out to the grocery store I was afraid that she’ll never come back. My whole childhood was a one big fear.
When I grow up I had the door opened to see the world so I went .. couple months later I had this dream . My mum was sitting next to.me telling me that ‘ ***** I am dead ‘ she repeated three times. I’ve called her and she was just fine.
Not more than 40 days after that she took her live away as she always said she will.
I have a daughter now. And two reasons to live. She is the one and love is the second.
Taking life away is easy. . Ask yourself to bring to your life everything what you need and what to deserve and be open to that to receive. Alow yourself to believe. XxxSeptember 19, 2016 at 8:53 am #115590
It’s Black Hawk Down 1. Maybe i’ll hold off calling off the friendship but I just stumbled onto a song today called James Bay Let It Go…my doc is in James Bay where we have been going too and this thread is about letting her go as per the title. Seems the universe is telling me something? James Bay Let Her(It) Go?
September 19, 2016 at 9:11 am #115593
- This reply was modified 1 year ago by pete.
You wrote: “I believe i’m supposed to suffer… I feel I deserve the pain I am getting.”
Please do tell me: why do you deserve to suffer?
I used to believe that I did something so wrong that I too deserved to suffer. I used to believe that I was such a bad daughter that I destroyed my mother’s life and I deserve to suffer.
I am wondering if you too believe that you did something so very wrong, unforgivable that you deserve to suffer for it…?
anitaSeptember 19, 2016 at 9:49 am #115597
Just a feeling I’ve always had.September 19, 2016 at 10:01 am #115599
Please feel free to post here anytime: express your thoughts and your feelings any time you want. I will personally reply each time that you do.
If you consider suicide again, please contact a suicide hotline, check “Free Resources” on this website to contact, check yourself into a hospital and otherwise reach for help. I am not a professional and am not equipped to deal with people expressing such considerations. I strongly recommend you reach out for professional help or a hotline where people are trained to handle this. And so, I will not address the suicide topic.
I will address any of your thoughts and feelings otherwise.
If and when you want to address your belief that you deserve to suffer, please do: write about it here or otherwise seek competent psychotherapy to examine it there. It is definitely a significant belief that needs to be examined in competent psychotherapy.
anitaSeptember 19, 2016 at 3:24 pm #115634
Not going down that road. So how would I start some type of spiritual journey instead?September 19, 2016 at 4:19 pm #115636
“People have a tendency to avoid feelings that are uncomfortable. The truth is, feeling uncomfortable can be good; it can evoke change…”-Unknown. Although I have always known this to be true my summer began with the question “What made you decide to try and kill yourself?” only followed by my response “Because I was a bad friend to Deena, I have to go to heaven to apologize.” The feeling of guilt which would soon be followed by a deep depression then denial and last, but not least the emotion I was sure got me into this mess in the first place, anger had been so uncomfortable I attempted to take my life. It wasn’t until my second attempt and a 4th hospitalization that I realized I was not meant to take the path of least resistance, but to create an entirely different one.
In early April a great friend of mine came home from treatment for what could have easily been the 8th time in her life and that is merely just a number I pulled out of my ass! She has been to treatment a lot! Despite her history of quick relapses and failed attempts at living a healthy life I had great faith in her, which I would soon find out was yet again unfounded. Everything in me wanted to believe this time was different, that she was ready to make the change despite how discomforting it may be. Perhaps the fact that it took many letters, a YouTube video, doctors request, calls to insurance, appeal after appeal, labs drawn and finally a go-fund-me page that made me think there was no chance in hell she wouldn’t fight for her life. But like I said, it took not even a week before old habits kicked in, depression took over and a self- doubt that not even my positive spirit could touch. Deena didn’t want much to do with food, but a part of her wished she did because she accepted each attempt I made to support her. Whether it was coming to my house and eating a burnt grilled cheese sandwich I made from scratch (I swear it was an accident) or sucking down an ensure while my greedy cat tried to get a lick of, Deena didn’t want others to give up on her even though she already had on herself. Anxiety though tormented her the same way it had for years and much like anyone her and I know, she was willing to do anything to make it stop, even if it meant stealing my pills or using cocaine.
Yes, Deena stole my pills. She was convinced that Ritalin would ease her anxiety and although she may have been right I was not prepared to deal with an addict or a thief, especially after spending so many days trying to help her see that she was worth so much more than her eating disorder or any other addiction that would only temporarily slow down her thinking. Like any human being I got very angry with Deena and in attempt to set healthy boundaries and protect myself I told Deena that I loved her very much, but we could no longer be friends. As far as the reasons why I decided to call the police I am unsure as it’s a partly cloudy with a chance of revenge. But I am pretty sure the main point was to make it clear that there were consequences for her actions and I could not be like most of her friends and let her get away with it. That’s just not how the world here works.
This journal is not meant to be all about Deena though, but it did start with her and it’s a greater part of my journey as I learn to live with pain, deal with grief and ask for forgiveness when I feel that I am guilty. Three weeks after this incident Deena passed away from an accidental drug overdose, something I have yet to come to terms with. My first reaction, shock, my first emotion, guilt and my first instinct was to grab hold of the closest razor which lay only 4 feet away from me in my desk drawer. It was true, Deena was gone and the last thing I had said to her was we could no longer be friends. One of her last days was spent being questioned by an officer I had called because I was angry. Why did I have to be angry? And now how could I live with the guilt? I just couldn’t, I wouldn’t and at that moment I pressed the cold metal razor into my skin and sliced downward as I sobbed, salty tears and snot running down my nose, I shuddered as I could barely catch my breath and between each rise of my chest which beat fast from hyperventilating I said “Deena I am so sorry, I am so so sorry”!
Here I am now on August 21, 2016 heading into what very well may be my last day in treatment at the same place Deena graduated from only 4 months ago. Matter of fact I am living in the same apartment she was in and perhaps sitting in the same bed. If I am though I don’t want to know. Deena spent her whole life running from emotions, hiding from pain under drugs and an eating disorder and I have spent the last 3 months doing the same damn thing. The difference between her and I though is not that I got more chances, but that I have come to the conclusion sooner than she, that although the path of least resistance can serve us well for a while the chances of learning from our mistakes and growing our future is less likely. Learning to accept the discomfort, walk in the darkness and explore the unknown can lead to what may just as well be the best days of my life! I have talked about some hard shit the last few weeks including sexual trauma and my last few days with Deena all while eating an excruciating number of calories and on the other side of it I have found a more authentic smile. While there are also more authentic tears, the joy is like nothing else, it’s uncomfortable, it’s new and well I think I like it. I’m not enjoying every moment of it, but I am learning to dance in the rain and who knows maybe I will one day look back at my Pinterest board and with assurance say “After a while I looked in the mirror and realized…Wow after all those hurts, scars, bruises, After all those trials I really made it through. I did it. I survived that which was supposed to kill me. So I straightened my crown…And walked away like a boss!” -UnknownSeptember 19, 2016 at 7:40 pm #115658
When you wrote following my last post to you that you are not going down that road, were you referring to my suggestion that you explore why you believe you deserve suffering, in therapy?
If that is what you meant and then asked about starting “some type of spiritual journey instead”- instead of what I suggested above, then you may want to consider guided meditations (you can download such), moving meditation/ Mindfulness practices (there are articles about Mindfulnes on the home page of this site); you can join a religious meeting place of some kind, there are temples and churches and such- Uniterian churches accept and attends to people of all faiths as well as atheists. There are New Age churches that may appeal to you. Be cautious and evaluate such before jumping in though.
anitaSeptember 19, 2016 at 7:53 pm #115661
Sorry about your friend Kim. 🙁
Anita I been thinking all day, think I may give councelling a try…maybe also a spiritual path. But i’m taking a break from that girl, she was there for me at rock bottom and I lied to her so I could end my life, I don’t want to be that lieing guy. Also I want to figure out WHY I like her? never did before. Also we used to text eachother every day, now it’s once a week so maybe she was only there for me because this issue then it’s back to not talking or something, so maybe there really is no friendship there.
September 19, 2016 at 8:02 pm #115663
- This reply was modified 1 year ago by pete.
Counseling/ competent psychotherapy is a very good idea for you, I strongly believe! A spiritual path can go hand in hand with psychotherapy- it is my therapist that got me into meditation and mindfulness!
Regarding the girl, the title of your thread: Let her go?
I am thinking you like her so much because she tried to help you when you needed help so desperately. People who needed help desperately and someone helps them or tries to, sometimes see that person as an angel. It is a powerful experience.
You can choose to tell her you lied to her and apologize for it. She will probably understand. I would, if I was her. You can call her and ask to meet with her and talk. You can ask her any question you have in mind.
You can even ask her if her friendship was for the exclusive purpose of helping you temporarily, just to get you over a serious crisis.
You can check with her, if you can handle such a conversation or a few conversations. If it stresses you too much, you can choose to let her go.
I wish you do what is best for you, that your well being is and will be your highest priority.
Post again anytime. Will be back at the computer in ten hours or so. Take good care of yourself.
anitaSeptember 19, 2016 at 9:12 pm #115669
Thanks, I text her I wont be around for a while.
Alright I wont see or talk to you for a long while, I kinda lied on that Friday about the pills. I actually only took 15 instead of the 30 in 6 days was looking to get another 30 for a reason and didn’t wanna get caught in a lie by everyone and you don’t deserve to be lied to. I’m going to try asking Shawn about councelling, hope we can still be friends when I get back. If not then it’s been real, thanks for the awesome 3 weeks we were friends it’s been some of my best memories texting, the coffees, the walk along Dallas road and the beach. I’m gonna try this on my own, i’ll text you sometime later if you want.