(CW- discussion of suicide/self-harm)
So an offhand, completely well-intentioned joke from my manager brought me to my personal worst point so far. Great. I've kept saying that "I haven't ever actually thought of killing myself, just generally feeling hopeless and depressed about not having a future" well guess that's no longer at play, I'm in "actually briefly thought about it." Yup, another new low.
"Look, I'll go if I have to, it's just that I'm trying to schedule things for the time period"
"Hey, first lesson of being a manager: never schedule anything. You can't ever schedule anything more than 48 hours ahead."
Like yeah, it's true, I know that this job has lots of stuff like this. And I get it came from a place of genuine sympathy, he outright said he had to reschedule his own wedding due to this stuff. Hell, if I could tell him how serious this shit is, he'd likely be willing to at least do, I dunno, something.
But as it is... well, I just kinda got confirmation that I'm never going to even be able to seek therapy at all, didn't I? Like I know on some level that isn't what he meant, but else am I supposed to take it as? Yeah, sure, it's not like I've been traveling every few weeks, there were probably a few gaps where I could attended and maybe had some progress if I got over myself. But how was I supposed to do that when I've never had any reason to believe that going down the road wont end exactly how I think it will?
And I can't get therapy once the two weeks are done. Well, maybe I can, but not for long. Cuz I've been told I'm gonna have to move again in August, and I have no idea when that will be going on. It'll be like four therapy sessions and then I'll have to start over completely with a new therapist. Except I don't even know I'll be able to find a new therapist. I could end up somewhere where there's nobody who will even respect me if I bring up my dysphoria, and... I can't keep thinking about this crap.
I'm fucking sick of this shit. I'm sick of being a fucking ragdoll. I'm sick of pretending this job is good. It's not. My commute is horrid, the location is awful, the schedule is torture, and if I ever chose to actually live my own life the way I want I could legitimately just get thrown out of the company like a used tissue. None of that is fucking good.
I'm gonna take a bunch of hits from my vape and play Barotrauma for a long time to forget about this shit for a while.























