Hi again, Strength.
I'm all confused at the moment, that's the trouble. I feel as if, for my own continued survival, I need to take action in my life, to the extent of leaving my partner and family. But I don't trust my own feelings, can't judge whether I'm being hysterical or selfish , foolish or wise. If I do it, there will be hurt all round, but would that be short term and eventually for the best? I just don't know.
I'm a quiet, innocuous, inactive man and I just don't do dramatic things like this. But that doesn't mean I couldn't. I've already done things that would get me thrown out by my partner if she were to find out, things that anyone who knows me (not that many people do, and I think nobody really knows me) would consider totally out of character. And I don't know myself. Am I finally liberating the real me, or has the depression, the medication, the years of navel-gazing therapy, led to me being completely warped, adrift, with no me left?
As you can imagine, this constant internal wrangling is leaving me burnt-out, exhausted. And increasingly unsure of anything.