I just feel exhausted with all the struggling, I don't really know what to do anymore. I had another really bad panic attack last night, out of the blue, I couldn't breathe properly, went light-headed etc. This morning all the old problems seem to be back after a few days of remission. IBS, churning, tension headache and above all a really oppressive sense of worthlessness. I look over my life, both past and present, and all I can see is a wasteland of mistakes and lost opportunities. I can't work and can't see a time when I will be able to. I can't really see a point any more. Last year, as you'll know if you've read my other witterings, I had a big operation that dominated the year and caused me a lot of stress and emotional problems. Now that all that is over instead of feeling relieved I just feel so flat and so lost. I feel like I have just thrown away everything I was given in life. I feel like the man in the parable of the talents, who buried what he was given in the ground and then had even that taken away from him. People tell me I suffer from low self-esteem, but to me my view of myself seems to be a realistic one.
Sorry to be so whiny. I read over what I've written and think 'God, get over yourself!' I wish I could, but this illness has ground me down so much. I used to have a lot going for me, I was a 'gifted' child and did very well at school. Now here I am, 29 and no job, having to borrow money from people to meet my outgoings. I just want to be someone else, someone strong.
You know that Lou Reed song about heroin, Perfect Day, where he sings 'You made me forget myself/I thought I was someone else/Someone good'? That song always brings tears to my eyes because I can relate so strongly to it. I feel like I could be someone else if only I knew how. I feel like I'm a block of stone with a sculpture inside it.
Oh, well! Sorry to go on so long. xx