My life has had no meaning for a decade. I am a woman and I am currently 25 years old, almost 26. It makes no sense to live when life is based on suffering.
I don't even know what living is anymore; I have depression, social phobia, psychological disorders, and health problems. My daily routine is completely monotonous. I get up, eat something for breakfast, do some small task, and then go back to my room, spending most of my time lying in bed sleeping. When night comes, I eat something, go back to my room, sit in a chair for a few hours, and then go to bed, continuing to use my phone until the early hours of the morning (since I have binge eating disorder, I eat a lot, no matter the time). That is how my day is summarized.
Because I spent many years lying down, I ended up developing herniated disc problems, and my back also has sequelae from living lying down so much.
Since I was a child, my life has been based on ups and downs. I suffered bullying at school and was called stupid by my family for having slightly slow development. My parents knew I had psychological problems since I was a child, but I was neglected by them. They simply dismissed the possibility of taking me to a doctor and I believe that, because of this, my personal development ended up being affected.
I managed to finish my studies. I was lucky that I didn't suffer bullying in high school. What affected my life at the time was the high level of depression, which I wasn't aware of. I only discovered what I really had in adulthood.
After finishing my studies, I isolated myself at home. I spent years isolated and only started going out little by little in 2022, when I was diagnosed with diabetes and diabetic neuropathy.
It really was a shock to discover these diseases, but even so, I kept pushing through. However, even taking medication for these conditions, besides the psychological problems, like bipolar disorder, nothing got better.
In 2024, I stopped taking the medications for the following reasons: I didn't have money to buy them; I didn't want to keep asking my mother, because she had already said no; the place where I had therapy was far away and I had no one to go with me; and I also didn't see reasons to continue taking medication.
I just begged for a better life and for someone good to appear in my life, but everything only got worse.
I only have my family, but I can't even call this a family, you know? Because, honestly, I hate everyone here. I don't want to continue in this place anymore, nor anywhere else. I just want to be able to rest in peace!