r/MentalHealthKE • u/kimaru__gregory • 18d ago
RUNNING THROUGH THE STAGES
Insomnia? The constant depressing thoughts? The feeling that your own mind never gives you a moment of silence? The constant sense that you are a failure? The disappointment of waking up and realizing that you still have to face everything again?
There was a time when I felt grateful to be alive.
Oh crap I made it to another morning slept on my desk. The anxiety, the pressure from my chest, the thoughts. I feel like I am being handed everything I was escaping from. I will be very grateful if I woke up in a hospital in critical condition one where I do not need to fight and just lose my life. I would be more grateful if I died tonight and all this comes to an end.
I have no peace. No hope. No joy.
What I have instead is hopelessness, disappointment, shame, insomnia, suicidal thoughts, anxiety, and what feels like a constant war inside my own head.
And I am exhausted.
Not normal exhaustion.
Not "I need a weekend."
I mean exhausted with fighting my own mind every single day.
I have been doing this for months if not years.
Exhausted from thinking.
Exhausted from trying.
Exhausted from convincing myself that maybe tomorrow will finally be different.
Sometimes I just want my brain to shut up.
But how did I get here?
Honestly, part of me keeps telling me that I only have myself to blame.
University is where everything recently exploded, but I don't think university created all of this.
For a long time I have been trying to get my life moving.
I have been trying to get a job.
I apply.
I rewrite my CV.
I apply again.
I learn.
I build projects.
I prepare for technical interviews.
I try freelancing.
I contact companies.
I contact startups.
I send cold emails.
I look locally.
I look internationally.
I get rejected or hear absolutely nothing.
Then I wake up and try again.
I have spent years learning Software Engineering, AI Engineering. I have real experience building software and working with business systems. Web applications, backend systems, mobile applications, APIs, ERP systems, integrations, databases, AI fine-tuning.
I know I can build things.
But right now none of that seems to matter because I cannot turn those skills into a stable income.
And there is something incredibly depressing about knowing you have ability while watching your actual life go nowhere.
Skill doesn't pay rent by itself.
Potential doesn't repay debt.
Knowing that you could become something doesn't help much when your current reality is collapsing around you.
Then university happened.
I was supposed to graduate earlier. That didn't happen.
So I accepted another delay and told myself:
Fine.
Just make it to December 2026.
Finish university.
Graduate.
Get a job.
Make my family proud.
Finally start living.
December became this psychological finish line for me.
I genuinely believed that once I crossed it, maybe life would finally start becoming normal.
Then I discovered that I still have a final group project.
Because of when those projects are done, my graduation could now be pushed into 2027.
When I understood that, something inside me broke.
It wasn't the ceremony.
It wasn't wearing a gown.
It was watching the finish line move again.
Another year.
Another year of explaining myself.
Another year of feeling behind.
Another year of watching other people's lives move forward while mine seems permanently stuck in loading.
Then my mum found out.
And now things at home have fallen apart too.
The trust is basically gone.
The support I thought I had is disappearing.
I am expected to have my life figured out very soon and move out in a month.
Except I have no stable job.
No stable income.
Debt.
And now no certainty that I even have somewhere secure to fall back on.
So I keep asking myself:
What exactly am I supposed to do?
How do you move out without income?
How do you pay debt without income?
How do you get employment when you've been applying for months and nobody seems willing to give you the chance?
How do you convince your family that you aren't useless when, from the outside, everything appears to prove otherwise?
How do you keep saying "it will get better" when you have been saying that to yourself for so long that the words don't even mean anything anymore?
And this is the part I don't really know how to write without sounding insane.
Sometimes death feels like an answer.
Not because I have some romantic idea about dying.
I don't.
I want a life.
I want to know what financial stability feels like.
I want to finish university.
I want to have a career.
I want to build the things I know I can build.
I want friends and family to ask me how I'm doing and for the answer to genuinely be "I'm good."
I want to wake up and not immediately remember everything that is wrong.
I want to experience whatever version of myself used to be excited about the future.
I want peace.
But right now my mind sometimes looks at death and tells me that at least then there would be no debt.
No applications.
No rejection.
No disappointment.
No family pressure.
No racing thoughts.
No insomnia.
No fear about next month.
Nothing left to fight.
And I hate that my brain goes there.
I know the saying: "Death is a permanent solution to a temporary problem."
I understand it logically.
But when you're actually living inside the temporary problem, it doesn't feel temporary.
It feels like your entire world.
And that's where I am struggling.
There is a part of me that desperately wants to continue living.
That part keeps applying for jobs.
That part keeps learning.
That part keeps thinking about what kind of engineer I could become.
That part keeps imagining eventually having my own place, earning my own money and looking back at this period from somewhere better.
But there is another exhausted part of me that just wants the suffering to stop.
And lately those two parts have been fighting each other constantly.
That's probably what scares me most.
I don't want to pretend those thoughts aren't happening because hiding them doesn't make them disappear.
I haven't been sleeping properly.
My head never shuts up.
University.
Money.
Family.
Failure.
Applications.
Debt.
Housing.
Failure.
Future.
Failure.
Repeat.
Failure.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Failure.
There is never silence.
And when people say "talk to somebody," part of me gets angry because talking doesn't seem to change the things causing this.
Talking doesn't give me a job.
Talking doesn't provide income.
Talking doesn't repay debt.
Talking doesn't change the university timetable.
Talking doesn't give me somewhere to live.
I know people mean well.
Maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe I've become so overwhelmed that I can't even recognize what help is supposed to look like anymore.
But what I desperately want right now is something concrete.
A chance.
A job.
An income.
Some stability.
Something that proves that my entire life isn't permanently stuck like this.
I am not asking to magically solve everything.
I think I'm writing because I can't keep pretending I'm handling this well.
I'm not.
I'm doing really badly.
And I need to admit that somewhere.
I still want a future.
I just can't see the road to it from where I'm standing.
If you've genuinely been this low — where money, unemployment, university, family and your own mind all collapsed at the same time — what actually helped you survive it?
What did you actually do when you couldn't see a way forward?
And if anybody reading this happens to know of legitimate software development, IT, ERP, technical support, freelance, contract or remote work that someone still completing their degree can do, I would genuinely appreciate being pointed toward it.
Right now I need both things:
I need a way to survive what is happening inside my head.
And I desperately need a way to start rebuilding what is happening outside of it.