“Let’s stay in our bed and die.”
“I want to lay down and die.”
Just two of the selection of things I casually say without thinking, not really wanting to die, but not caring to live either. I guess I need to be careful about making these sorts of comments, because one day God will make my words a reality and I’ll have breathed my last breath.
I don’t like life though and I find myself constantly tiring of it, no matter how hard I try and no matter how much I fight to stay positive. It’s a frustrating battle, where I usually feel like the loser, watching so many others on the winning side.
I know it’s not good, because life is a gift and I’m here when so many others aren’t, but I can’t help wondering how much I’m really contributing. I feel that I have a purpose, yet I’m not fully living up to it and that my attempts to make a difference are not making any real impact. So often I want to give up, but I know it’s not the right thing to do, so I keep pressing on, and on, and on.
Some days are better than others, when I’m rearing to go and ready to conquer whatever tasks lay ahead of me. However, there are so many down days and dark moments, when I want to cry, do nothing and sleep forever. Sadness overwhelms me and I question, “What am I doing?” Ostracising myself from others seems like the only option and no matter how much I attempt to talk myself around, the negative thoughts keep batting me down.
Wondering if I suffer from depression, but I have no idea. I know that my PMS brings on depressed feelings and self-harm has been my uphill struggle. I know that I wrestle with confidence and I have incredibly low self-esteem, but being clinically depressed – I don’t know.
All I know is that I struggle to believe in myself and what I do. I find it hard not to compare myself to others and feel inferior as I watch them reaching new heights. I feel lonely, let-down and lacking. I’m tired, wondering if my goals are worth working towards. I feel a sense of hopelessness, doubting my dreams will ever come true.
Most of all, I feel horrible, because I don’t want to feel this way at all and I want to have faith in all God has in store for me. I want to genuinely believe that He’ll make my dreams come true, have hope in all that He has for me and trust that all I ask for will come from Him.
Yet I can’t shake off that feeling of wanting to “lay down and die”…