I have mentioned some of these issues elsewhere, but for those who haven't viewed previous threads, there is some new info I didn't say on the others.
I can't say I'm suicidal, but every time I talk to either of the two Doctors on my ACT team, I feel like I really hate my life and wish I were dead. I also resent God, because my Doctor says things that lead me to feel my spirituality is unhealthy, yet my spirituality is literally the only thing that is preventing me from jumping off a building again, hanging myself, or laying down in front of a train again, or shooting myself or something.
I'm just sick of living in this world so full of misery, that hope in some sentient beings that love me and care for me, and the coincidences that keep happening, that I interpret as signs, are really the only thing that gives me any joy, in an impoverished world of agony. I can't escape poverty. I have tried many times, and luxury wouldn't make me happy. My only happiness can come in a power greater than myself, or the right woman, and the woman I love more than all creatures I have ever met combined, wants nothing to do with me.
I sometimes feel like my Doctor has a remote control and knows how to push the right buttons that cause me to feel miserable, unhappy, angry, ashamed, guilty, icky, and just all around worthless and hate my life.
For one, my Doctor falsely accused me more than once in the same conversation, prescribes medications that make me more miserable after ingesting them for 20 minutes, but the chronic concern my Doctor has, and his and her (there are two of them working together) obvious skepticism of my religious convictions, and their clear belief that my convictions are delusional and dangerous, leaves me simply wanting to die.
If my religious convictions are all delusions (which I'm guessing some of it is), and God has left me that abandoned and confused, and all sentient spiritual beings refuse to help, or don't exist, then I simply have nothing to hope for. I can't rely on chance alone and my effort alone , and the help of the broken, wounded, confused people around me alone, to ever find happiness in this life.
It has to come from God or some higher power with an independent mind, and greater abilities and ideas. When I pay attention to the signs in my life, the coincidences that keep happening that seem like more than coincidence, and believe there are sentient beings that have a destiny in store for me, (and a happy eternity if I am good in this life), I can find some joy in very dark terrible circumstances!
The decisions my doctor is making, the advice they are both giving, their suggestions, leave me always doubting everything, and it simply sucks the life out of me, and I just feel completely miserable every time I talk to them! I'm simply sick of it!
But I don't want to get rid of the Doctor , and here is why:
If I lose my Doctors, I have to get rid of the Act team, the peer support specialist, the caseworker, the therapist, and all the other mental health professionals on a team that come and see me, and are very helpful. I want to get rid of my Doctors, find new Doctor, and keep the rest of the team. That isn't an option. So, at times like this, I would love to die in my sleep!
I can't say I'm suicidal, but I simply long for death more than I long for my next meal!
When was the last time you were suicidal? (I'm not suicidal. I just would rather not exist , or exist as a spirit like an Angel or something. It isn't the same thing as being suicidal).
I can't say I'm suicidal, but every time I talk to either of the two Doctors on my ACT team, I feel like I really hate my life and wish I were dead. I also resent God, because my Doctor says things that lead me to feel my spirituality is unhealthy, yet my spirituality is literally the only thing that is preventing me from jumping off a building again, hanging myself, or laying down in front of a train again, or shooting myself or something.
I'm just sick of living in this world so full of misery, that hope in some sentient beings that love me and care for me, and the coincidences that keep happening, that I interpret as signs, are really the only thing that gives me any joy, in an impoverished world of agony. I can't escape poverty. I have tried many times, and luxury wouldn't make me happy. My only happiness can come in a power greater than myself, or the right woman, and the woman I love more than all creatures I have ever met combined, wants nothing to do with me.
I sometimes feel like my Doctor has a remote control and knows how to push the right buttons that cause me to feel miserable, unhappy, angry, ashamed, guilty, icky, and just all around worthless and hate my life.

For one, my Doctor falsely accused me more than once in the same conversation, prescribes medications that make me more miserable after ingesting them for 20 minutes, but the chronic concern my Doctor has, and his and her (there are two of them working together) obvious skepticism of my religious convictions, and their clear belief that my convictions are delusional and dangerous, leaves me simply wanting to die.
If my religious convictions are all delusions (which I'm guessing some of it is), and God has left me that abandoned and confused, and all sentient spiritual beings refuse to help, or don't exist, then I simply have nothing to hope for. I can't rely on chance alone and my effort alone , and the help of the broken, wounded, confused people around me alone, to ever find happiness in this life.
It has to come from God or some higher power with an independent mind, and greater abilities and ideas. When I pay attention to the signs in my life, the coincidences that keep happening that seem like more than coincidence, and believe there are sentient beings that have a destiny in store for me, (and a happy eternity if I am good in this life), I can find some joy in very dark terrible circumstances!
The decisions my doctor is making, the advice they are both giving, their suggestions, leave me always doubting everything, and it simply sucks the life out of me, and I just feel completely miserable every time I talk to them! I'm simply sick of it!
But I don't want to get rid of the Doctor , and here is why:
If I lose my Doctors, I have to get rid of the Act team, the peer support specialist, the caseworker, the therapist, and all the other mental health professionals on a team that come and see me, and are very helpful. I want to get rid of my Doctors, find new Doctor, and keep the rest of the team. That isn't an option. So, at times like this, I would love to die in my sleep!

When was the last time you were suicidal? (I'm not suicidal. I just would rather not exist , or exist as a spirit like an Angel or something. It isn't the same thing as being suicidal).
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