Long drawn suicide…

Empty wrappers in my hand

One a day saves my life

Together, they will end my strife.

Hang in there. Help is on its way, they say.

Please! Who will keep me from myself away?

Breathe. Go slow. Take it day by day.

Cuts and bruises on my arm

Please wake me up from this nightmare, dear alarm

Or send me as well, to that far away farm.

Sofie’s Choice

“Even I have a problem talking to people. But I don’t have a choice, so I just buck up and do it.” She said.

Am I not ‘bucking up’ and doing things because I have the convenient excuse of being unwell? Many people tend to use their condition as an excuse to not do enough… My psychiatrist told me. Am I one of those many people?

Humans by nature are survivors, right? So if left to my own devices, wouldn’t I figure some way out to survive? Why then am I depending on my family again? Is it because I have the option to? Would I be better off without the option then?

To be or not to be. 🙂

To deserve or be deserved

I deserve better, he said.

But don’t you love me, I pleaded

Maybe. But what do I get? He asked

Me. I wanted to say. But if I’m not good enough… Then what good does that do, right?

Will I ever be good enough? Won’t everyone deserve better? Better than a bipolar, emotional, dysfunctional mess that I am.

It didn’t matter that he pushed me emotionally to deal with my baggage till I broke. Didn’t matter that after coping with all that and my sexual abuse alone, I returned to Bangalore and him in Jan to start living when shit hit the roof. Pregnancy. Abortion. Cat died. Best friend died. Uncle died. Doesn’t matter. Without meds or therapy I crashed and went into silence. And that’s it. He had enough. He deserves better.

What about me? What do I deserve?

What do I do to keep myself from killing myself? I asked for help. Told everyone I know I want help. I went to a psychiatrist. Have an appointment with a psychologist for next week. I’m back on meds but the depression isn’t going. I want it to go. Please make it go. I don’t want to die. But I will kill myself. Can somebody help me? Please. What can I do? My boy friend broke up with me. So I don’t have him either to call. But he knows. Everyone in my life knows that I’m asking for help. I look normal or noone is taking it seriously I think. I’m going mad. Please help.

Day 1- Back in Bangalore

My last dinner in goa- A pathetic meal that took so long that I missed out on doing the things I wanted to do one last time before leaving… Ride my dog bone shaped bike route, play with Fi, say bye to all the people who were a part of my life for these 3 amazing months, feel my house, my space one last time… And so much more.

A rushed through goodbye with C’s business partner and my childhood friend, because the dinner delayed up. 

A rickety ride to the airport and I was off. Back to Bangalore. 

At the airport our experience wasn’t great because we not just caught the red eye on the 1st of Jan but it was also the cheapest one of the flights at that time. Needless to say the crowds, the service, everything was horrible. 

But we had an amazing time. Laughing, cracking jokes, talking, hugging.

Thank you 2017. You have started out good. 🙂