I’m depressed today. Once again, depression is gripping me. It’s because I feel unfulfilled in general. I miss Rob somewhat and don’t want to feel disconnected from him. But I know it’s ultimately for the best. I know he’s not doing well, and it’s better if I’m without him. If I called him and his mother told me he passed away, it would be back to the hospital and another nervous breakdown.
I’m feeling overwhelmed at this job already, probably due to my general depression, which leads to anxiety. Too much depression really does cause anxiety. I spoke with the Kelly person who was understanding, but doesn’t go for any bullshit. She basically told me I need to relax or I will have problems. She told me to stop trying to understand everything. I’m not a procurement expert, they already have people for that.
I just want to remain successful. The last thing I need for my mental health is to be at a job where I don’t do well and then get fired. I just can’t seem to feel better. I still find myself hoping he’ll call me so that I don’t feel such a loss. But I don’t think he will. He’s not concentrating on missing me. He’s consumed with his own misery.
If I spoke to him and it turned out he was doing better, I would attribute it to him being without me. I’d be upset if he was doing better, because then it would mean he was better without me. I feel so sad and empty right now. How am I going to get past this without trying to find someone else to run to?
Time is going so slowly here so far. I know I haven’t really started the job yet, so I should just relax. I feel incapable of getting any cleaning done or attacking the filing. All I want to do is go home and go to bed. How am I going to keep from calling him? He doesn’t want to hear from me. If I don’t call him, I’ll never hear from him again. He’s probably not even thinking about me.
I’m starting to feel detached from his phone number in my phone. It’s like I know he’s not going to call, so why is the phone number still in there? I clearly wasn’t making a difference in his life. I think he got much worse when he found out I got a job.
I miss him. I want to talk to him. I don’t know if I should take an Ativan, because I’m afraid the sadness is going to escalate. I’m sitting here crying at work, once again. Fortunately, no one comes by to talk to me yet. I miss him. I want to hear his voice.
Why? I was unhappy with him. I really was. How could I be happy with a relationship that couldn’t be full and normal? I know the best way to get over someone is to find someone else. But I don’t want that to have to be the solution like it usually is. Meeting Rob instantly took the pain of Matt away when the interest sparked.
I wonder what Rob’s doing right now. I’m really not functional today. Calling him would be a mistake, but I feel so empty inside. I feel so hollow. So unwanted. He doesn’t need me in his life, it doesn’t make a positive difference of any kind. I just want to go home. I feel so rejected. I really feel like it’s personal now.
He said we’d talk sometime down the road, but I really believe he’s never going to call me again. Even if the phone rings, I’ll be so scared it’s his mother to tell me he’s dead. Why do I have to feel bad so much of the time? Or at least it seems like so much of the time. I have things I could be doing here at work, but I’m so overwhelmed with bad feelings, I’m not doing much of anything other than writing in my journal.
Even if he feels better down the road, he’ll probably assume I found someone else or am otherwise not interested. As of last Saturday, he was going downhill. I want to go to his house tonight, but that wouldn’t be good for either on of us. It would be such a nice fix.
But picture doing that. Picture attempting sex to no avail again. Then it’s the frustration all over again, the unfulfillment. I don’t like this job. I just want to go home. Why can’t I just function as a normal person? It’s always something. If it’s not the job situation, it was Matt, if not Matt, not happy with Rob or just being in a bad mood because that’s the way I am.
How do other people with problems cope and put on a brave face in the workplace? How do they do it? Why do I find it so difficult? I’m probably being perceived as a downer, if anything at all.
I hope Alberto doesn’t come tonight. I have to call Kevin to tell him the internet’s not working, so that I won’t be able to have his disk tomorrow. I don’t want Alberto to come over, I’m not in the mood to get blasted with his horrible voice. I just want to crawl into bed and stay there. That is if I don’t get bored of doing that.
I feel really rejected. I know he doesn’t dislike me the way Matt does. But I believe he has really disconnected from me. I’m probably off his radar. Even if he was thinking of calling me like he told me the last time, he probably won’t. Most people aren’t like me, unable to cope and let go.
I really don’t want to call that Andy guy either. He won’t be enough of a substitute and it’s not good for me to try to move on so fast. Can I get over this without staying in pain for an extended period? I don’t know. I don’t know if I should take an Ativan. It’s not really anxiety, it’s depression. I’m starting to feel the stirring of needing to call him, but it’s really not good for me to do that.
The fact that I’m alone and should be addressing my mental hygiene escapes me. All I care about is how I feel right now. I wish there was a place in the building where I could go and hide. The mornings go by so slowly for me. I think if I called Rob, it might make him angry. He knew I was sad and he’s letting me be sad because he has nothing to give.
If this has been going on for 5 years with him, why would it change now? He’s lost count of how many hospitalizations he’s had. Even if he gets a job, what are the chances that he’ll be happy and satisfied with it? It’s not that I wish it on him, but knowing he’s doing badly makes me feel less rejected.
Either feeling is bad. Being without him feels bad, being with him feels bad. So I might as well be without him and have my freedom. This way at least there’s a chance of me moving on with someone else.
I just want to feel that passion I felt with him. I know I had it with Matt, but it wasn’t such a visual physical attraction. Actually, it wasn’t visual at all, because Matt’s ugly. Of course it was there as soon as we had sex, but I want that instant feeling of attraction to get me out of my misery. I thought I’d never find intensity again after Matt and I did.
I really shouldn’t go to NJYP until I feel better. Or at least better enough to not sit there with a puss on my face. In February and March I could not go, or I would have just been sitting there crying. But when this eventually fades, then I really need to make the effort.
I’ll be really surprised if Andy calls me again. If he does, I’ll probably go out with him. He did after I left him a voicemail shortly after we made plans to walk. I said on the voicemail that I had some things I was dealing with and that I would call him at a later date to see if he still wanted to walk. He called me the week after. Then of course I cancelled plans with him. So we’ll see. I’m sure if I got to know him that something could develop. It just won’t be the instant pitter patter of my heart that I felt with Rob.
Maybe I’m just infatuated with Rob. Those lips, that face, that smile. That gorgeous dark curly hair. That voice. His laugh. Those are the things I miss about him. Aren’t those all physical things? What do I miss about him emotionally? Not much. Just the connection, which was very strong. But what was the connection based on? Physical attraction mostly. But also just an emotional connection. There really was a strong emotional connection. I can’t really explain it more than that. My desire to help him, his wanting to get better (at first)…
I would love for him to call me and ask me to come over. After the initial passion and attempt at sex, it would fail again and almost immediately cause him to go downhill for yet another reason. So other than a fix, what would be the point. I am addicted. He told me that the fact that he couldn’t be happy and make me happy made him feel bad. Why does he need that on top of everything else? At least if the intimacy was there, that would be one less thing to worry about, and it might even make him feel better by taking the edge off.
How much of this is normal in terms of what other people do? They say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. To what extent is that normal or healthy? Definitely not to the extent that I take it. It’s really a cop out.
There’s no way I can be productive and get anything done when I’m this upset and depressed. I should try to stay in my cubicle or go for a walk so that my sour expression isn’t seen. I know I really look miserable. I’m amazed I wasn’t crying in Sheila’s office.
Should the medication prevent me from getting depressed when I have a real reason to be depressed? Probably not. I can’t expect to go through life without depression. No one does not experience depression when they are upset about something. There are life issues to be upset about. That doesn’t mean the medicine isn’t working. It means that it’s probably preventing me from completely losing it.
I feel unstable. Really unstable. Almost like the old Jen. Almost like I could run out of here. I did that with Celgene, but I didn’t feel like it was a poor reflection on me then. I was so sick, I guess I could only concentrate on how hysterical I was. And I quit in a very professional manner. Showing any kind of displeasure now would be inappropriate. It would seem really ridiculous and make me look bad.
Remember on the list of do’s and don’ts-don’t make a bigger deal out of things than are necessary. I have to remember my attitude when I was at PSGA-never show fear, don’t take shit from anyone, be professional and don’t cop an attitude, but let the subtle message get across that you are in control.
Every molehill seems like a mountain right now. I shouldn’t be asking any questions or trying to do anything yet. I have to wait until this horrible feeling of depression passes. I feel tired now, not crying, which would be the thing to lead to hysteria. I hope this depression lifts. I feel a slight lift in the last couple of minutes. Probably because it’s lunch time, closer to being able to go home. I don’t know why I want to go home so badly, I’m not happy there either. I’m bored and just watch tv.
I can’t even draw, I lost my ability. I think it would be so therapeutic to really learn to do portraits and draw realistic faces. Now that I’m working, I’ll have the money to take an art class. Maybe I should join that gym right by the house. Knowing me though, I probably won’t go.
I have to believe this feeling will pass and that I will feel better. I feel so depressed, that my face is hanging off my skeleton. My mouth is so down and my eyes are half closed. I think I’m going to go eat now outside and read the addiction book.
Well, I’m back from lunch and feeling crappy again. The temporary lift was just that, temporary. I miss going to Rob’s house. Why I cannot associate with the bad feelings of being with him, and can only associate with the miserable emptiness I feel without him, is beyond me. With Matt, it was like a see-saw. I had to feel somewhere in between having him and not having him. Either one of those feelings were something I couldn’t handle.
I guess that’s the borderline personality. I have to email Rob within the next month, even if he doesn’t call me. I just can’t stand the thought of him thinking I totally gave up on him. Plus, if I wait a few weeks, it won’t seem like I’m disrespecting his wishes.
I wish this day would end. I feel like going to the car and taking a nap, but I’d probably die of a heat stroke. I believe that once my parents are gone, I may very well take my own life. If I’m so unstable during normal life circumstances, how the hell would I handle something like that? I don’t think I could live without them. Pretty sad, since most people who lose their parents don’t kill themselves.
The internet at home isn’t working and the air conditioner is acting weird. I asked Rob to deal with it. He’s home and I can’t cope with anything right now. I just want my bed or the couch, a cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee, and the television. I want to get the hell out of here and go home. These next two hours are going to be torture.
What am I going to do? How do I get rid of these bad feelings? I had a surge of non-depression right before lunch. I can’t say a surge of happiness, just a temporary relief from depression. Maybe eating lunch made me feel worse. I had two pieces of pizza and some peppermint patties. I’m glad I didn’t have that black and white cookie today. I don’t feel stuffed or bloated, so that’s good.
I was planning on maybe walking after I got home. But the way I feel now, there’s no way. I just want sleep. I’m sitting here at the desk just wanting to close my eyes. I really hope this job proves stimulating once I get going.
My cell phone just rang, and of course I was hoping it would be Rob. For all I know, he could be in an alcohol induced stupor. He’s not having a grand old time not speaking to me. Even on Saturday, he said he was going downhill. It would give me such a fix to talk to him. But it wouldn’t be good for me, just like drugs aren’t good for you. It’s not the answer to the problem.
In the addiction book, it talks about how you do have a say in the outcome of your addiction. I feel the paralysis it talks about, a victim of my addiction.