Last night I told my husband that everything feels like it is life or death for me. Should I live or die? He said that everyone goes through hard times and they make it through. He said that he had no idea how to answer me. I think that he thought that I was upset about our finances, but that wasn't it. He was preoccupied and didn't seem to take me seriously, when what I needed more than anything was to feel safe and loved. But is that the best way to relate to us? Maybe I deserved to not be taken seriously. Maybe I should not be taken seriously.
Right now I am just trying to stay alive. I want help, but who really wants to help someone that is talking about dying? Don't people only care once the person is gone? If I attempted it wouldn't be a cry for help, I would want to make sure that it worked. I am terrified of the unknown, and terrified that if I failed things would only be worse for me.
I don't think that I was trying to get attention or be manipulative by telling my husband that everything is life or death for me. Yes, I just figured out last night that that is very black and white thinking. I've got nothing in between. I just want to be safe and left alone.