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Anyone else overly attached to their therapist? š
I learned how to disappear before I learned how to ask for help
i wish i could explain how exhausting it is to exist when your brain never feels like home. like iām always visiting, never living.
every time i let someone close, i regret it. but every time i push them away, i regret that too. iām a contradiction that doesnāt know how to love without ruining it.
I donāt exist when youāre not around
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anonymously (or not) ask me any question youād like to know about me
I feel like my own brain is eating me alive
sometimes i look in the mirror and donāt even recognize myself. like iām trapped inside a stranger who just happens to have my face.
me: Iāll go to bed early tonight.
also me at 3:47am: googling if ghosts can get attached to people with anxiety.
the way that I am makes me want to kill myself
No one talks about how draining it is when your mood constantly switches between "keep going, it'll get better" and "I can't do this anymore. I'm about to give up."
Sometimes I wonder if I even exist when no one is looking. I shift so easily into whatever someone needs me to be, and then Iām alone again, and I donāt recognize whatās left.
I donāt know how to need someone without resenting the fact that I do
I want to speak, but the words get stuck somewhere between fear and my throat.
You ever feel grief for the person you couldāve been if none of this ever happened to you?
You say I push people away. I say I build exits for when they leave.
I donāt want to die. I just want everything to stop for a while.
The thoughts. The guilt. The noise.