I Almost Died Last Night


That moment. What drives you over the edge? People always say that if you commit suicide you’re a coward, but do you know how much balls it takes to do die? I was at my lowest point yesterday. Lower than I had ever been. I realized in that moment that my relationship with my best friend was a joke, my life was a joke, no one loved me, like truly loved me, I was fat and ugly, I was worthless, I was nothing, and it keeps going on and on. Positive self-talk they say, and make every day count. But what if your life is shit, everything is shit, and you just want to die? I will be 37 years old in two months, and I have no man, no house, no job, no money, no kids, nothing. I am a piece of worthless shit, so why go on?

Then a message beeped in on my phone just as I was about to swallow all these pills, and say goodbye forever. It was my bipolar friend, who I had said my goodbyes to just a month earlier in my attempt to purge everything from my past life. It was a godsend angel looking over my shoulder that he was up at 4am and just decided to see if I was awake and wanted to talk. What are the odds in that?

After we talked and I came down off the ledge of killing myself, I thought about everything I had in my life. About the fact that my disability review FINALLY came through and they extended it for three more years. So, Lynn, you have three years to get your act together, get a part-time job, start working and finally apply for your dream-job of working in Civil Service. You have three years to lose some significant weight and feel alive again. At the brink of such a milestone that had been giving me stress over the past few months, why did I want to kill myself? It’s simple, the meds are bringing me down.

Every day I wake up and immediately go back to bed because I am too tired. I sit at my computer with heavy eye lids not wanting to do anything or talk to anyone but just go back to bed. My mania. I miss it. I could achieve such feats in the throes of mania, that even my little fat self would be happy with just the way she was. Nothing can harm me. I am invincible. And now, what am I? A fat lump of a single woman, with nothing in life and who wants to die? Why do doctors keep our mania away? So we don’t have delusions and don’t overspend? Or is it so we just are reduced to lowly human beings like the rest of the population and have to deal with being “normal?” Who the fuck wants to be normal anyway? I wouldn’t have wanted to die if I was manic. Bottom line. I would have wanted to live, despite my shortcomings, and then live some more. That drive that’s in me, with each year that passes, with each mind numbing drug they give me, takes away my fire and lust for life that makes me who I am. Who would want to live this way? Are we being punished for being “special?”

I don’t know, all I know is, life is a miraculous thing. I almost died last night, and I was a coward for not doing it. I think it takes someone who is incredibly brave to take their life. They made a conscious choice to stop the reigning madness in their soul, and left this life because this life is shit. But I didn’t do it, and that in itself is my own special kind of bravery because I chose to live in the shit one more day. IS all life crap? It can’t be. Just because I am not manic and everything isn’t sunshine and rainbows (I mean when you’re manic it really is), I can go on knowing that one day I will be happy. My dreams will come true and I will be healthy again. I will get out from behind this computer and live again. I want to LIVE again so badly. I want to FEEL something. I miss JOY. I want to wrap myself up in it and be warm forever. Will it come? Will I finally be free of this horrible life I have created in my own mind and in my heart? We will see. As Scarlett O’Hara said, “I won’t think about it today I will think about it tomorrow; after all tomorrow is another day.”

Stay tuned.


About shatteredwishes

I am in my late-thirties just trying to figure out life in a big city. "When in life you are handed lemons, make a vodka martini." "When I am happy I enjoy the music, but when I am sad I understand the lyrics."
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10 Responses to I Almost Died Last Night

  1. jandudy says:

    All we have is today. We need to live it one day at a time. Things will get better. Life will get better. But it starts with today! Stay tuned to today!

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  2. tarnishedsoul says:

    Sometimes you can find a kernel of corn in shit? 😀
    Bad Joke? It if pulled a smile or laugh out of you, then my work is done…

    But I realize it is much deeper an issue than a simple off-color joke can change. But one thing I know for sure is that there are miracles and I like to believe that they come at the most important moments. I know, for one, I’m glad your friend texted you at 4 a.m. I know we just barely met, but I see you as a good person and that good person deserves a little happiness. I once heard a saying, “If you commit suicide, the wrong person is going to be killed…” That’s stuck with me for a long time.

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    • Thank you, and yes it made me smile, because there is just one kernel of corn always stuck in the shit right? Haha. I know we just barely met, and I know you have your own struggles, it gives me hope to know that people care, that you will be missed, that even in all the shit there is that one little piece of corn! Thank you so much Steph, I really needed to hear that : )

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  3. I feel your pain and I can totally understand how people get to this point. I went through a horrific childhood and dealt with a lot of issues as I got older. Today I sit here extremely lonely but not depressed. It’s hard to explain but it does get better when you put you first. I’m still learning to find new hobbies or do things I enjoy solo, I do have children but they are getting older and it’s just not cool to hang out with mom anymore. So I fish. Sounds crazy but it helps me bring a calmness to my soul. I love to be in nature. With that, just find one thing that brings you joy today, a favorite song, a favorite food, a favorite place and do that. Just for you.

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    • You have no idea how helpful this is. I have found joy in painting, but like the self-critic in me, I think it isn’t good enough. It’s funny you know, I am not depressed either, it’s just like a hammer that strikes you in the middle of the night when you realize this is all shit. But as a friend of mine commented, there is that one little kernel of corn in the shit that we can see. I know that’s a disgusting analogy, but it couldn’t hold more truth. Just one more day, and I can look over the horizon. Thank you for your insightful thoughts! It was a great help.

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  4. migrainesfromhell says:

    ❤ They don't want us to be manic because what goes up WILL come down. We will end up depressed again. I'm sorry you're feeling so awful.

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