It’s been a while since I started one of these threads, and I was reluctant to do this one. My problems seem so very insignificant compared those described in many of the posts lately. But I’m at the end of my rope, and in need of a fresh perspective. I hope you’ll forgive the somewhat rambling nature of this post.
So, I just successfully defended my dissertation, and I’m now Dr. Statsman (okay, not quite until I’m hooded, but…). I’ve been looking for jobs since December of 2010, and so far, I have no prospects. I’ve been turned down by two of the places I’ve applied to, one of which was a small community college. That kind of stung–even community colleges don’t want me! Anyway, I’ve been applying for whatever jobs I can find through higheredjobs.com. I’m looking at small teaching universities, as the thought of living under the publish-or-perish tenure gun makes me sick, literally (I’ve vomited more in the last year than I ever have in my life).
But here’s the thing: Even if I get a job, I’m not sure what I’m going to do. I’m so completely burned out of everything that all I want to do is sleep and play video games all day. Right now, the thought of starting a career doing anything other than those two things makes me want to die. I’ve even started researching suicide methods. It’s to the point that I’d almost rather die when I look at the fact that I’ll likely have to work for the next 60 years (I’m 28). I’ve struggled with suicidal-ideation-level depression for the last year and a half and have been seeing a psychiatrist and a therapist. But both of them were thinking that once my dissertation was defended, the clouds would part and I’d start being hopeful again. For about a day after the defense, I was okay. Now, I’m feeling just as bad or worse.
I feel tremendously guilty because I know that everyone has to work; that’s just the price of living. Sure, not everyone likes their job, but they find something to get them through each day. The only thing that’s getting me through each day is actually laziness, fear, and guilt: the suicide method I would employ requires a bit of effort and expense. Also, I’m still a little afraid of death. And if I did off myself, I know that my parents would be devastated, so guilt keeps me going.
I’ve been told a few times in threads like these that I’m hypersensitive, spoiled, and weak, and that I need to “man up.” I agree with the first part 100%. I am weak, but I don’t know what to do about it. I thought about joining the military, but that makes suicide look even more attractive. The armed forces would be wasted on me because I would agree with the bootcamp instructors that I was worthless, no good, weak, and a mama’s boy. Every insult they’d throw at me I would agree with.
A few months ago, the psychiatrist mentioned a 10-day in-patient hospitalization. I thought about that a lot. What scares me is that I *really want hospitalization. *I want to be poked and prodded and drugged up. I think once I were hospitalized, I would do whatever it took to stay hospitalized. After all, I have nothing to come back to–no kids, no wife. I do have a girlfriend, but she lives two hours away (although I’ve begged her to come live with me for years–she won’t).
The bottom line is that the prospect of having to work for another 5-6 months, nevermind 50-60 years, makes suicide sound far better. However, I’m thinking that what I’m feeling now might be temporary. I have a small sliver of hope that I might get one of the jobs I applied for and everything will sort itself out.
Has anyone else gone through this? How did you make it out?