I am very seriously depressed and struggling. People tell me what to do to help myself to feel better and then leave me alone. I don't need to be dictated to (indeed, a PTSD trigger); I need people to be with me, pay attention to me, help me. I am shriveling up from being ignored.
I had to drop a group of "friends" because they were takers instead of givers. Even though I socialized with them at least twice a month, no one ever really cared to listen to me. I remember breaking down crying at a knitting group because someone asked me how I was. I can't go to that group anymore because it moved to a place that bothers my allergies badly and it's too far away now.
Indeed, I am being poisoned by my own apartment with artificial scent drifting in from other units. Using my air conditioner in this heat makes me sick because it pools. I usually run fans in the windows all day to vent the crap. At least I found out Medicaid will pay for an air purifier. So, yes, I'm under attack in my own home. I haven't slept in my bed since January.
I have no job, I have to go to an unemployment hearing next week because the lying boss from hell wants my benefits taken away. I can't cope with my life anymore all by myself and no one understands it. Sorry, one comment on Facebook doesn't cut it. I wasn't made to live alone all my life like I've been forced to. People are made to be with others. My relatives ignore me, my friends don't care, American companies don't think I'm valuable enough, corporations want all our last dimes. Everywhere I turn, someone is after me or telling me I don't matter. I think the only reason I haven't give up completely is my cats.
updated by @debbie-winchell-loving-dove: 02/23/17 01:55:44PM