First of all, don’t let the OP fool you. I have absolutely no intention of doing myself any harm.
Now, I find myself here, one month after leaving my wife, in a terrible blue funk. No progress has been made on the marriage, but I am in counseling and trying hard to work on the things I need to for myself. I just don’t like it much. I am just not used to being alone. I have almost no friends who are geographically close enough to do things with, and so spend my time staring at the same four walls. My dark moods are affecting my work, as I frequently find myself without the will to make the calls I must make to set up the appointments I need to call on clients. Going out to see them is a joy- but I hate the phone work and have let it slip. That is one thing that MUST end next week. As for the rest, well, I miss having people physically in my life. One friend brought me to tears this week by reminding me that she would always love me. ( It’s platonic. She’s a very close friend, married and eight months pregnant) It was so nice to hear that! Many of you have chatted with me online, and that has been a huge source of comfort- to all of you-Thanks. I don’t think I could make it without you.
Still, I feel the need to get out and physically interact with people as friends, and have very little if any opportunity to do this. I find myself scared, because there will come a time when I will want to find someone else to share my life with ( lord knows that’s not now. I’m not ready), and realize I have no venues to meet someone. Am I going to spend the rest of my life alone? I don’t want to, and don’t think so, but in the dark times, it seems all to possible. I have been sick all day, and for some strange reason I kept thinking of suicide. Not as an option, I have no desire to do that, but in the abstract. I think I now understand why people do do that. I barely made it to the trashcan and then the john earlier to throw up my dinner, and had the sick pleasure of realizing there was blood in it. Great, that’s all I need- more good news. I find myself smoking like a fiend, and tossing and turning instead of sleeping soundly. Basically, I feel like I’ve hit bottom. ( nowhere to go but up, right?)
Why am I up at 3:00 in the morning writing this? I dunno. It’s certainly not a cry for pity, I don’t need any of that. Actually, I feel much better having just typed it all out. All of this is under my control, I just have to keep plugging away, and a billion Red Chineese don’t give a shit either, right? Anyway, please feel free to ignore what I’ve just written, the writing part was what I needed to do. I suppose I’ll think about it tomorrow, because tomorrow is another day!
Shit. I don’t even have the rich soil of Tara to fall back on. ( wasn’t that what Scarlett’s place was called?)