Doram wrote:The OD was a tragic accident, and nothing more, and you can't let this loss ruin your health.
She hanged herself in mid-June, about five or six days after telling me she needed to talk to me that very next day.
It feels like her death stopped nearly every plan I had in its tracks. We had a pact that if we were still single some years later, we would co-own a place in B.C., raise animals, grow our own food, and live our lives out as friends.
We both knew we had depression and agoraphobic habits, and we were the ones who could help each other be pulled from the trench. When my 16th birthday was pretty much a night of listening to arguing parents and overdue loans being discovered, she was the one that told me it would get better. Even if I sounded edgy that night.
Now I'm pretty much doing it on my own. I could still move to Canada, but it would be just me. And with no one like her there to give me the drive to go out go people, I'd basically relapse into a state of seclusion, where no one would even know I existed.
No go on the driver's license either, I panic in a way where I could kill someone. People tell me it takes practice, but when you swerve in front of a semi or nearly T-bone a family because you are so nervous, that's a serious problem. I mean, I can definitely try to get better, and I know how to drive, but I'm also a really big liability on highways and inner cities.
I've even juggled making YouTube videos. The only problem here is a headset bug where I either get crackles or can't get the voice to register on the PC. The recording is no problem, I can get video footage, and I know how to edit videos....I just can't get my voice recorded. Third headset I've tried, and this one is a wireless model.
I'm up for anything at this point, even moving to another state broke as ♥♥♥♥. I just don't know if my subconscious, the one giving me this anxiety, grief, etc will let me.
I'm definitely working on your suggestion, Bog. There's just.....not really any work here. Not unless I do what my dad does, check gas lines in other cities of the county. Even then, we're back to the original problem I have: driving.
I know this sounds pathetic, or like I'm trying to find excuses, but I'm not. I really am not. It's almost like I was born with a gift to help others play life, while I get the ♥♥♥♥ deck of cards.