ចាប់ពីស្អែកទៅ ខ្ញុំនឹងឈប់ធ្វើការ។ ខ្ញុំនឹងបិទទូរសព្ទ ហើយអានសៀវភៅដែលខ្ញុំបានទិញ ប៉ុន្តែមិនទាន់បានអាន។ ខ្ញុំនឹងរៀនបត់ផ្កាឈូក រៀនធ្វើម្ហូបពីរបីមុខ និងមើលរឿងភាគ និងភាពយន្តឯកសារ ដែលខ្ញុំចូលចិត្តហើយមើលមិនចេះណាយ៖ The Newsroom, Harry Potter, និង The Vietnam War។
ខ្ញុំនឹងបន្តអាន The Ocean of Grains បើទោះបីជាខ្ញុំទាស់គ្នាជាមួយអ្នកនិពន្ធតាំងពីប៉ុន្មានទំព័រដំបូងនៃសៀវភៅក៏ដោយ។ ខ្ញុំនឹងប្រឹងប្រែងញ៉ាំ ដើម្បីកុំឱ្យស្រកគីឡូ ឬបើអាចទៅរួច ដើម្បីឡើងគីឡូបន្តិច។
Three brutal weeks. I wanted to die every day. It’s over now. I owe everything to my twin sister, who accompanied me to Thailand for a proper consultation and meds, and P’Prand and P’Mork, who made my stay in Thailand worthwhile.
It hit last week. Depression devoured me alive. I had been staying home every day since Tuesday, February 24, 2023. I took the medications, slept, watched some docuseries, and cooked. I turned off my phone, didn’t answer any texts, and didn’t clean up at all.
I cried myself to sleep every night and cried every now and then without any specific reason. It’s not unprecedented, though. I couldn’t read much and suicidal though constantly invaded my mind.
One of the worst things about being depressed is feeling worthless and doubting my existence in the world. Hence, the suicidal thought. I remembered waking up two days to daddy’s loud knock on my apartment’s door. It was 18H45. The whole room was dark. The TV was on but nothing was on display. I got up from the sofa, walked to the door without turning on the light, and told daddy to put everything he brought in front of the room, and that I would retrieve them later.
On Sunday, I finally texted daddy asking him not to bring anything anymore because when daddy brought នំគ្រក់, I left them until they went cold and spoiled. I tried deep frying them late morning but they were unedible.
This year’s depressive episode was cruel. Confronting the suicidal thoughts a couple of times a day wasn’t easy. It’s tiring. I didn’t have any energy to go out or talk to anyone, not to mention go to work or do anything.
I still want to die today. I google “How to make a suicide look like an accident” because me being me, I can’t afford to die by suicide anymore.
It has been brutal so far. It’s still here and it will pass, I hope.
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