Urgh, the depression is back.
I've lost everything.
I don't know if this goes against the rules, but once my mum dies I will have lost the last reason I have left for living. I'll be all on my own; the thought of that for the next 40 odd years is just unbearable.
I'm haunted by fear that I'm doomed to follow in my brother's footsteps. I'm a loser. An absolute, utter, total failure and loser at life.
Sorry. I had a bad night's sleep and it's been a bad day today. Saw my care coordinator today but that didn't help. All it did was remind me that nothing has worked. Really depressing in fact. To be honest, I wish she would just stop trying to find things I could do. Because it just highlights how there's really nothing out there for me. She tried to find research studies I could join. I spoke to a young, enthusiastic chap a few weeks ago and there was basically nothing available.
I am hoping the Complex Needs group helps. Because I can't deal with normal groups of people. Even the autism social group, which meets up once a month, is too much for me - too many people, too cliquey, too noisey. It seems almost impossible to just find
quiet, calm people to hang out with.
Post Edited (NiceCupOfTea) : 11/23/2018 1:17:26 PM (GMT-7)