Sometimes the depression gets so bad I can't force myself to do anything. Sometimes the self hate is so much that I just don't care what happens to me. I don't have my risperidone and I already feel myself worsening more than usual. And I'm sensitive to everything more than I normally am. Trying anything to feel better like binge eating apple cinnamon Cheerios because it's easy to just continuously pour cereal and milk into a bowl a few times. Dishes are piled up, I haven't been showering or taking care of myself at all. I just lay around and watch Netflix or sleep. Sometimes I don't even feel anything. I just know I'm a failure and a disappointment and a burden. I don't want to leave my apartment. I wish I could just isolate. I wish I could disappear.
why is it so difficult for you to understand that i'm not being dramatic? that i genuinely feel like the world around me is on fire & all you're doing is just watching me burn alive.