Before I say anything, I'm not suicidal (but I don't have much desire to continue living either) but the title is still accurate. Also, I cannot write a short post... so, this will be really long.
To the moderators: pls go easy with the axe b/c if you cut things, it really takes away from why I feel like I do.
I'm male, 43, divorced, with 3 kids. I haven't worked in years because of my illness. I used to make 100k a year as a successful software engineer. I suffer from severe depression, anxiety (new for me), and what I thought was bipolar II, which I'm now being told is BPD. I fought the BPD diagnosis for a while now, because two key parts of it don't match at all. I don't do any self-harm, or go on spending sprees, crazy sexual escapades (wouldn't I need a woman for that?), and so on. I don't loath myself in the least, either...if anything, it's quite the opposite, but I'm not narcissistic at all (my brother and mother are though). So, I don't really know where that leaves my diagnosis, but I don't believe everyone who suffers mentally has to fit neatly into the DSM-defined descriptions of each mental illness.
My biggest problems are loneliness (and boredom), anger/hatred/misery (lack of enjoying life), hopelessness/depression, an overall disgust with society today (news that blatantly lies to the masses - misinformation, political right-wing insanity), greed, separation of rich and poor, vulgarity/porn/sex being so available to children in SO many ways and, our culture idolizing and REWARDING the stupid/the nasty/terrible human beings/sluts/tramps/jackasses/dirtbags/etc. Oh yeah, another big one would be that I have a hard time dealing with people's BS. That's vague, so maybe I should say I have a hard time simply dealing with people overall, especially women, lately (sorry ladies).
I want someone in my life more than anything (a female). I was married for 16 years, and when I lost my job due to depression, my ex basically gave up on me. She didn't leave me, but that only made things worse. She stayed, enjoying the life and home I provided for her, and still provided, even when sick, but didn't take care of me at all, basically. I lived with this parasite for years like this.. a loveless, unfulfilled marriage, so I woke up one day, and ended it. It's been a nightmare ever since...
When we almost lost the house because the cost of living with my disability income became impossible, she STILL didn't work. Really! I ?luckily? got a forward of 1/2 of my inheritance early, so I could pay off the mortgage (and saved the house). Now, since I have to sell the house anyway b/c of the divorce proceedings (I can't afford to buy her out now), 1/2 of the money I sunk into the house, MY inheritance, is going to go to her, as well as all of my own money I sunk in, and my blood, sweat, and tears (if I could actually cry). Yeah, that's fair - I'm being sarcastic. It goes to the "wife" who gave up on her husband. Hell, I pay HER child support, and the kids are with me MORE of the time, and I'm the one who is disabled. Talk about life not being fair... this also explains a LOT of my anger and misery.
Since I'm drowning in loneliness, I tried the online dating off and on for 2-3 years now. All of that work and you know how many women I met in real life? Two. One of which I only went on 2 dates with. What's stunning about this is that I look at least 5 years younger than I am, I'm good looking, and I'm in better shape than over 90% of men my age. Hell, I look better than 1/2 of the 20-somethings now. Did that help me? No. I think it actually worked against me, which makes NO sense at all. What makes even less sense is that I get looks and smiles from women when I go out (shopping mostly), sometimes girls 1/2 my age. But, online?, I barely got any interest. The women I found interesting or attractive wouldn't even respond to my messages. Seriously, in 2 years, no woman I was *really* interested in that I instigated communication with responded in any way. Not even a "no thanks, I'm not interested". Hmm, maybe one did. One. Before you assume I had a terrible bio, pictures, or didn't have kind/friendly initial messages to them, I did. I even made sure by having some women I know review all of the above.
Since I barely ever leave the house, dating sites were all I really had, and that was a miserable failure. Hell, I didn't even mention my illness online and I still couldn't find anyone I wanted. I know full well that MOST women would run as far away from me as possible if they learned I was on disability for a mental illness. So, if I can't meet anyone WITHOUT them knowing this, what hope do I have when they learn the truth? Since I'm not ridiculously honest, hiding my illness was very difficult for me.
Anyway... my sleep is terrible. When I try to sleep, my mind races, and I worry about everything. Finances, my future, being alone for the rest of my miserable existence, fun stuff like that. I wake up several times a night and my brain has flashbacks of negative events in my life going back 30 years! No matter how hard I try to consciously think of something else, something positive, they dominate my mind. So, my brain makes me re-live every painful event in my life, over and over and over again. It gets so bad I just want to run into a wall head first at full speed, just to knock myself unconscious and turn off the flood of painful thoughts. This will go on for 2-3 hours every night. Yes, every *single* night. It's broken up 2-3 times too, so it feels like it's the entire night long. I can't "let go" of anything, because when I have these flashbacks, my brain refreshes these terrible memories, so I can never forget them over time, like everyone else does.
In general, I'm the opposite of most of the people on the planet. Most people feel good most of the time, and get sick here and there. I'm sick most of the time (mentally), and feel good rarely. I have NO idea how I make it through each day. I've considered suicide for YEARS now. I even researched how to do it pain-free. If not for the hell my kids would go through with my death, I'd already be long gone. My life is basically pointless without them. No love, no one to love me back, no family, no friends, no career, no joy, no happiness, no peace.. what's the point of living like this? This isn't living.. it's just like being in Hell, if I believed in that garbage, which I don't.
That's the other side of meeting a woman that I can't deal with. I'm an atheist. I *could* be with a believer, but only if it was a small part of their life. The last relationship ended b/c she was very religious, and she couldn't see herself with atheist long-term. Ouch. Talk about insulting. She's the one who believes in fairy-tales, yet I'm the one with the problem! I even have 10x the values and integrity and the vast majority of religious people, and she even admitted that, but still, she couldn't handle it because I don't believe in an invisible mega-being who lives everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Wow.
Finding a female atheist is damn near impossible too. So again, where does that leave me? Also the belief that "everything happens for a reason" makes me angry... literally... Children are molested and killed for a reason? Really? Why would a being that could create an entire universe allow such terrible things to happen? My father got cancer and died a few years ago. Did that "happen for a reason" too? That's #######4.
Oh well.. writing this killed about an hour or two of my day. Now I have to figure out how to pass the time for the remainder of the day. When you don't really enjoy much of anything, have no one to kiss, to hug, to love, talk to, etc, it's almost impossible to get through each day...