Sam
TS Member
I feel so awful today. Even though I've finished work for the week, I just can't find the energy to be happy. My brother came home for Christmas today, first time I'd seen him in months, but I could barely find the motivation to make the effort to engage with him.
Now I'm just sitting on my own, feeling physically very irritable and ill, and I just... my leg won't stop jumping. It's a side-effect of Citalopram. Constantly. Almost twenty four hours a day. It might sound like a little thing, but it's driving me insane. I want to take a hack saw to my right leg and hurl it out the window. I feel so incredibly unhappy, but like the only way I can express it is with violence, smashing something up. I want to go outside and throw a brick through someone's window.
But instead I'll just continue to ruminate on the incredibly mean and horrible text that I'm inevitably going to send at some point. It's the only relief from the unhappiness - relishing in other people's unhappiness and upset. Why do I have to be alive? I didn't have a say in this decision, I just want to leave. I'm not enjoying this party, I want to go home.
Now I'm just sitting on my own, feeling physically very irritable and ill, and I just... my leg won't stop jumping. It's a side-effect of Citalopram. Constantly. Almost twenty four hours a day. It might sound like a little thing, but it's driving me insane. I want to take a hack saw to my right leg and hurl it out the window. I feel so incredibly unhappy, but like the only way I can express it is with violence, smashing something up. I want to go outside and throw a brick through someone's window.
But instead I'll just continue to ruminate on the incredibly mean and horrible text that I'm inevitably going to send at some point. It's the only relief from the unhappiness - relishing in other people's unhappiness and upset. Why do I have to be alive? I didn't have a say in this decision, I just want to leave. I'm not enjoying this party, I want to go home.