My confessions:
1) I don't really find traditional pornography interesting or appealing. A naked woman is something I appreciate, plus find attractive; however, it's not what attracts me to them the most.
Since middle-school, I've had what they call a hair fetish, which came out of nowhere. So, instead of watching porn, I get my rocks off by watching good-looking women getting their haircut.
It feels weird to say, but there are a lot of others and tons of websites, video manufacturers, etc. Some go to an extreme and bug the people who post their videos on YouTube (personal ones), but I don't even comment.
2) I also live a life with little happiness. After reading a news article recently, I wonder if I have melancholia depression. I do know, though, that I have clinical depression, along with OCD (since age 8) and anxiety (not sure for how long. Probably most of my life). I've been diagnosed, and have tried several different meds. I'm now on Cipralex, but even it's not working.
My life consists of sleeping, watching TV, gaming, and writing video game news/reviews. Also doing a lot of emailing, which I like. I push myself to even game these days. Most importantly, I help my Mom who's had health issues. I'm a deadbeat essentially, and I don't know if that will change. I'm the black sheep of my family as a result.
I never have any energy. I also never have any desire to do anything, outside of the odd occasion. I'm a homebody and a quasi-hermit. I couldn't find a job after college, and developed severe depression since. Nobody will hire me anyways, because I have no skills and no personality.
Truthfully, I don't want a job. I can't commit to 40 hours a week and schedules scare the hell out of me. One day I'll feel okay, but the next I'll feel like garbage. Even if I get 10-15 hours of sleep, I wake up tired. Today, I was exhausted all day after getting good sleep.
My Dad and his family don't think you're worth shit unless you work 60 hours a week and love it. That and yard work. My Aunt seems to understand how I feel, but nobody else really does. I know I'm looked upon poorly, and probably talked about behind my back. I sense things sometimes. But my Dad's always been on my ass about working, getting out there and doing something. He doesn't understand mental illness. I walk on egg shells around him, because he's prone to outbursts and we've never seen eye to eye or had much of a relationship.
I fantasize about nooses, overdosing and where I'd do it. I'd love to go just before my Mom, because I don't want to have to live a second without her. I don't think I could. I only live for her, nothing else.
Truthfully, though, I'm afraid of the unknown. What if I did it and ended up in Hell? Maybe you believe it doesn't exist. I'm not sure of what I believe, though I do believe in a god. Regardless, none of us truly know.
What also scares me is living with fatigue all the time, and not enjoying anything. Living without a mom for many years, potentially (hopefully not, though). I could likely get disability, but I need my Dad's help to do it (for reasons I can't explain well here) and am still waiting because he doesn't want me to go on it.
My teeth are filled with cavities, and my free meds have pretty much run out. Cipralex Meltz is $125/month, plus I have IBS (like living with a regular flu) and that's another $50 for meds. If I was on disability, I'd have benefits, but I'll still likely have to wait for a year before being accepted. No pills seem to work anyways.
I see a psychiatrist and later this month will be my second time, but it feels like there's little help out there for the mentally ill. People say they understand, but lots don't and there's just token help I feel. You're still on your own. And if you commit suicide, you're a coward, which I believe is bullshit. Only people who haven't gone through it are the most common to say that.
Disability is only $1100 per month and I worry about that. I'm wanted out of here, so I don't know how I'd afford Internet and rent, plus other things. I worry I'd need to give up gaming, too.
I also have this interest in writing a blog about it all and my thoughts on suicide, then linking it to Facebook. Or posting something there. However, I don't want to be an attention whore, don't want to offend and don't really think it's a good idea. I want people to understand what I go through everyday, though.