Sometimes I want to fake my death and start over completely.
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Sometimes I want to fake my death and start over completely.
Somewhere in an island with a small community and working odd jobs.
There's a fuzzy black ball stuck in my chest. Someone please pull it out and put me out of my misery.
Brain fog is not an adequate descriptor, actually. Fog can be kinda nice and beautiful and ethereal and refreshing. The thing weโre describing is more like a brain BOG; everything moves slow like youโre wading through water, itโs clunky and heavy and you keep getting stuck in the mud. Itโs uncomfortable and inconvenient and everything takes so much effort. You lost a shoe, probably.
this and my dissociation gets so badd
I'm on the edge of a relapse and it is further downhill than I anticipated it to be.
Do you ever feel so intensely that you want to pierce through your skin, break rib cage, pull out your heart, slash it into pieces and watch it bleed out?
I want to cry out for help but I feel guilty
Im a burden on everyone and I donโt deserve peoples attention
Everybody around me has some kind of dreams, goals for the future.
When I look at the future, it's just an empty darkness.
There is no future for me because there is no hope. I am falling deeper into the hole and I am not getting out again.
Sometimes I imagine myself alone in my bedroom with no one around, completely dark, laying in bed and overdosing on sleeping pills, then gently falling asleep forever. My body going limp and cold as my heart slows down and eventually stops, and just feeling at peace.
Everybody around me has some kind of dreams, goals for the future.
When I look at the future, it's just an empty darkness.
๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ง๐๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐จ๐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ...๐ฐ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐๐งโ๐ญ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐
l'appel du vide - healthline / guns for hands - twenty one pilots / blackout poetry / arrow - half alive / holly warburton / king - florence and the machine / journals and notebooks - susan sontag / namesthatmean.com / healers - david altmejd / war of the foxes - richard siken
l'appel du vide - healthline / guns for hands - twenty one pilots / blackout poetry / arrow - half alive / holly warburton / king - florence and the machine / journals and notebooks - susan sontag / namesthatmean.com / healers - david altmejd / war of the foxes - richard siken
me ๐ค telling people โiโm goodโ when iโm having a bad breakdown bc i know they wonโt really care and me and my feelings are an inconvenience anyway
Suicide attempts are traumatic
I don't hear anyone talking about this. But attempting to take your own life is traumatic.
The moments before the attempt are the most heartbreaking. The planning of it. Writing the suicide notes. You imagine all the pain will stop, but you wake up in the morning in your bed/floor/hospital bed/after a coma. Still alive. The ambulance rides. Your friends/family yelling/crying/asking questions. Trying to find the words to doctors why you did it. All you wanted was for it all to stop, but it was the most heartbreaking, painful both mentally and physically, draining thing you went through. Maybe you woke up with regret, maybe with relief.
But after you get back out in the real world, you have to act like nothing happened. You have to keep living surviving after something so traumatic. You still think about that event over and over. What would it be like if it worked? Why didn't it work? The way you did it, triggers you every time you see that thing/place. You get flashbacks. Ambulances make you re-remember everything all over again.
If you've survived, I'm proud you're still here. You're a survivor. Life might not look like it's worth it sometimes, but your future holds something amazing for you, I promise it does get better. Little by little. Don't give up just yet.
After 10 years I still struggle to take tablets and if I do have to, I can't use juice to wash them down cause it floods my memory to when I attempted the first time