It gets taken from me
Today should have been a good day. Promises of a picnic, hugs, love. A movie. Then someone to share my bed. Sex is out which I hate but at least there's comfort, touch. Just a short spell where I can pretend things are right.
She cancels. Needs to stay home. Doesn't trust herself, needs to get things done.
I held myself together for days thinking of this night. It never happened.
Had to go to the supermarket. Saw the head of the hospital there. I'm sure she has no idea who Polli was. I doubt she cares.
Bumped into my crazy ex neighbours. Nice enough people but they are nuts. The girl had cancer but shes fine now. Nice for them. I felt a touch of envy.
It all hit me after the supermarket. Just couldn't take it any more. I'm still sick and that's not helping.
I'm tired, depressed and alone. Again.
I tried saying I was having a hard time on facebook. Maybe people would reach out. No one did. Of course. Still trying to learn that one. Dear me, No one gives a fuck about the bad times. Please remember that in future.
I went out to talk to the night.
I asked why? Why is it that every little thing that's good, even the fleeting moments gets taken away from me. And why do I have to have reminders of the few things I had that I have lost. Why do I get them rubbed into my face? Why am I taunted so?
But of course there was no answer.
Sick of living this life. Sick of the emotional and physical pain. Sick of it all.
Sudden Lonliness
I'm still sick but I have to work. Its not easy pushing through the fuzzyness. But I have to. No sick leave and I have lost almost a week.
I stopped taking the St Johns wort as an antidepressant. Turns out it was giving me nightmares.
We shall see if I can keep the depression away without it.
Im sick.
I have an abcess. It's poisoning my blood. Weakening me. Now I also have the flu. Making it doubly worse.
Then my PTSD gets triggered.
Life is so cruel. Why. Why must I face this over and over?
I thought I was adjusting to this feeling of being alone. Right now it's hurting. Hurting a lot.
I'm a good person. I help so many others in need. Why does all this shit have to get thrown at me. And why must I do it alone?
Here comes another wave
One of the few people I could talk to has decided its time I stopped being negative. Shes probably right but now I have no one to talk to when I get low.
I feel so alone tonight.
Empty rooms. Empty chairs at empty tables. Empty soul, Broken heart.
Only Parent Issues
Shes just come back from her friends place where she could have stayed a few nights.
Her other friend is out of town. Although they would only have coped for a couple hrs for 1 day.
The person I had lined up and prepaid has bailed on me.
The only other person will want quite a bit of money and I'm plain out. I haven't been paid in weeks and I'm down to credit cards.
I'm a bit fucked.
Trolls
Humans suck sometimes.
Update: I complained to facebook but they felt it was ok and did nothing about it.
Friday night
Then on Saturday we would spend the day hanging out. Go to a market, just muck around home whatever.
I miss her a lot. Especially on Friday night and Saturday :(
Hate feeling alone like this. When will it pass?
Triggers
When do I stop being triggered? Talked about having to write the letter to the hospital tonight.
Now I feel like shit and alone.
What am I supposed to be
Guys who aren't sweet are assholes.
Sometimes in life you just can't win.
Fuck knows.
Be yourself? Don't do it
"Be yourself". We hear it all the time. It's a lie. Don't do it. Being yourself just serves to upset people because you aren't what they wanted.
When they say be yourself or I want to see the real you what they mean is be more like I want you to be.
So go out there and fake it if you want to make it. Successful people are all fake. We know it but still love them.
Holding it in.
Feel like I'm holding in a lot of pain lately. It wants to come out.
I won't let it. Drive it down. Lock it away. That's what real men do.
Stupid dreams
Last night I'm trying to find a stamp (like put it on paper and push it down, ink transfers) that Polli left in the hospital. I'm in the room she was in at the hospital desperately trying to find this stamp. There's others there but not the one I want. The frustration builds, I have been looking and looking and its not there.
In the end I can't take it anymore, I fall to the floor and break down.
Sounds ridiculous now. But I'm recounting this and feeling like I want to fall apart.
I think I'm just frustrated with my life.
And tired. I'm so tired.
I'm still here
I'm getting my gardens back in order,
I'm tidying myself up in appearance.
I'm keeping the house maintained at a useable level (housework)
I'm managing this despite my continued want to give up.
I'm wading through the hurt, the pain. It hasn't gone away. I'm just walking with it hanging off me. Refusing to stop, even though I desperately want to.
Then some judgmental twat tells me I'm not getting the message and moving on.
Fuck her.
Monday
Before me lays yet another week of drudgery.
Another week of me arguing with my daughter to get out of bed.
Another week of work.
Another week of housework.
Another week of depression.
Another week of debilitating fatigue.
Another week of existing.
Health
My blood pressure is high.
I work to keep both at manageable levels. Sometimes I am tempted to stop managing it.
Instead I foolishly live in hope that things will somehow become better. Along with my stupid sense of honour and keeping my promise to look after Sophia.
Not a catch
I'm not.
I'm fat.
I'm ugly.
I'm moody.
I'm depressed.
I'm scruffy.
I'm sick.
I bring destruction.
Maybe its best if I walk alone.
People around me get hurt.
Something is wrong. People I work with. People I am close to. They either die or their lives get messed up.
Sharon. Brain aneurism
Jill. Lung cancer
Annette. Breast cancer
Felicity. Pneumonia
All had the office beside mine. Sharon survived. The effects are devistating and life long.
My sister. Multiple sclerosis
My father cancer.
My mother car crash
My wife cancer.
My best friend burst aorta.
So many.
I need to stay away from people.
One more day
Just sitting here. Being nothing, doing nothing.
Tried to work. Can't focus.
Alone. I'm alone. Isolated. Nothing more than some empty there there's from facebook. Not that I can talk. Its all I would do for others too.
We are all fucked up. All of us.
Over stressed.
Right arm feels weird.
Blood pressure this afternoon was 173/117
Meh. Que Sera Sera.
Trying to work
I need to. Work is piling up.
All I'm doing is sitting here. Existing.
I'm tired. Tired of life. Tired of being alone. Tired of being in pain. Tired of being tired. Tired of the nightmares that infiltrate my dreams at the moment.
Presentation
I have no idea how I will cope. Just gotta hide the pain for a few hrs. And that's not easy right now.
I should prepare for it but I'm not going to. I'll wing it.
The big lie
I want to believe that Justice is real. That it exists. I want the people who killed my wife to be accountable for their actions. I want an apology.
But Justice. Mercy. Compassion. They are all lies. I know this. I just don't want to accept it.
I wanted to release the complaint to the hospital out to pollis friends. I want people to see it. To know what really happened. I'm frustrated. And I'm still hurting. Hurting so badly.
I want the pain to stop. My heart's hurting again.
I want it back
I want my life back. I want to have a reason to live. Not just to exist. I want to love and to be loved.
Is that so much to ask?
I can't have my wife but can't I have someone? Please?
Distraction tactics
So today I was heading down into a bad place so I distracted myself and bought a new phone. Yay credit cards.
It's mainly worked. I still feel like shit but I'm also busy.
Still wishing I could be here in bed holding a woman in my arms.
I need to take a break from facebook. As much as I need company right now facebook is just soul sucking.
I wonder how long I can stay away from it.
The anniversary looms
So the 12 month anniversary of my wife's death is in less than a week. I didn't want to face it alone. I hoped maybe there would be someone special in my life.
It looks like this is not to be.
Once more I stand alone at the gates of hell.
Update. It just hit me. The loneliness the shit paralyzing year I have had. I'm sitting outside. It's windy. Not very pleasent and keeps trying to rain. But there's darkness. Huh. Hello darkness my old friend.
I shouldn't have started taking he hawthorn. By the time they figured out what was going on my organs would have shut down. Not a pleasent way to go probably but it would have been done.
Love
I want to love again. I want to be loved again. I want to wake up in the morning and hug the beautiful woman beside me.
Man was not born to cry alone.
Pain
Laying in bed thoughts
My blood pressure is going nuts. Won't be long before the blood noses starts again.
I'm laying there thinking about what would happen if it got really bad this time. What if I really did die. My one regret would be leaving my daughter to her own devices.
But I was not afraid to die.
Shower thoughts
Standing in the shower realising that the one person who really wanted to spend their life with you is gone and you can never get that back.
It's a change I never wanted.
CFS, Stress and fatigue. The perfect storm
I want to sleep. I want to stop. I just don't want to be for a week.
Get up! Get up! Bills to pay. Work to be done. House to clean. Go! Go! Go!
I bought Hawthorn today to try and control the blood pressure a bit. Part of me doesn't want to take it. I asked my friend (was the girlfriend) to talk me into taking it but shes busy tonight.
If I didn't have my daughter I could die. I'm sick of the pain. The grief. Feeling like shit. I want to die but I can't.
Company.
I spent the past 2 days helping my now friend zoned ex girlfriend. She came for dinner and for the evening. I asked her to stay the night. She turned me down. I may have been able to talk her into it if I pressed a little harder but I no longer attempt to manipulate others in that way. So I stood back and let her go.
Back to feeling lonely.
Still don't really want to live. Not that I live anymore. I simply exist.
Weird dreams
So last night I dreamed my late wife came into my bedroom and said "I'm back"! I said "no you aren't you are dead" she said "I'm not, I'm right here". I'm thinking that she lay in a coffin for 3 days after I saw her die. Then she climbed into bed. I was going to protest but I felt so needing of company. Any company that I didn't argue.
Didn't get a hug. I woke up before any contact.
I hate my psyche sometimes. Ok most of the time.
Suicide prevention day
So apparently it's suicide prevention day. Where people with depression are encouraged to open up. What a fucking joke. Opening up and saying how you feel in this country means you get ostracized which makes it worse.
Keep it in and keep it down.
Making changes I don't want to make.
Today I erased her phone.
Stupid little things. They hurt to do. It's been almost a year and the pain is still very raw at times. I had to make sure the photos were backed up into her account first. Some of them showed her cancer progression in its early stages. They hurt too.
No one to talk to about it. Feel alone.
Think I'll go hide in bed for a bit.
On this day by facebook
So facebook does an on this day so you can see what you were saying and thinking a year ago or two years or more.
But now it's showing me the stages of my wife dying. And I'm having to relive it over again. I tried to turn it off but it keeps coming back. I want it to stop. Please? Please make it stop. No more.
Full moon.
So it was a full moon. I sat outside and asked the moon if I could have some good things come my way, and it started to rain.
So I asked if I could at least find love, and clouds covered the moon so I could no longer see it.
Lonely
The loneliness is hitting again at the moment. I'm still on top of things which is good.
Got desperate and tried online dating sites. They are scary places.
The insomnia is back. Can't sleep at night. Exhausted all day.
Torn
I'm torn dear reader. Sometimes I'm so lonely. I just want to climb into bed and snuggle someone close to me.
Other times I think maybe it's better that I remain single. It's less hassle and a lot less hurt. I'm over that kind of pain.
I don't know. I say that a lot don't I. But in this life it's been a lot of I simply don't know.
What a shit weekend
Then I get friendzoned by my girlfriend.
Sheesh.
On the bright side the weather was good enough that I got some gardening in.
She left me.
The loneliness just became a whole lot bigger. I want to turn to social media for comfort of friends but I have already learnt that they don't want to be there for the bad times. only the good.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NUC6sAXza_k
The new way to help people grieve
This world is fucked up and I'm not so sure if I want to be an active member in it any more. I need to win the lottery and disappear from it.
Its a strange new world. It's become a badge of honor, being alone. Where we are expected to connect using social media rather than actual contact. I wonder how long before people start to notice the relationship between this new alone phenomenon and the massive surge in suicide. Will we get used to being solitary creatures or will we figure it out? Probably the rates will continue to climb and people will shake their heads and just accept it.
A thought. Or an observation
The ones quickest to point out your psychological shortcomings tend to be the ones who are running from their own issues.
That should be a meme....... hmmmm
Bullies and suicide
Alone
In the past month I have had exactly 0 evening visitors. Despite occasional invites I have made to people to dinner or watch a movie. Not. one. person. I even made it clear I was feeling alone. No one. Guess Edward is only wanted when hes useful for fixing a computer.

Cancer Survivors Guilt
Piss off.
