Can't help but feel like I'm not alive to actually live, I'm only alive waiting for the moment to end it all as though that's my only purpose for being here
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@generallydepressed
Can't help but feel like I'm not alive to actually live, I'm only alive waiting for the moment to end it all as though that's my only purpose for being here
I feel like I'm playing a game of Jenga, the one where the rules are that you place the piece you take back on top except I've finally found the piece that's going to make it all fall apart
When you're having a good day up until you get home and close the door, it just hits you that you're happiness is only temporary
I often feel like I've been alive too long for someone who is supposedly suicidal
If I was serious and not just trying to get attention, then surely I wouldn't be here right now
I feel as though I'm being weighed down but not by some invisible weight on top of me. I'm can feel myself slowly getting heavier like the pressure that comes from diving too far underwater. I can't make it stop but I really do want to. The longer it carries on, the longer I am left to be the victim of my own mind. Unless I can swim back to the surface they will drown me and I'll find myself no longer able to fight
suicidal thoughts always come back no matter how hard i try so why am i even trying?
Whenever a really bad time comes along for me and I've hit one of my darkest places I've always wrote something about how I feel and posted it on Tumblr. This time I couldn't find the words and I finally felt like there was nothing I could say, I don't know what to do this time
I keep convincing myself that I'm completely fine and everything is all better now
Then I'm hit with a moment of truth and it genuinely feels as though I'm trapped because I realise everything about me is a lie and it doesn't seem like it will ever change
At this point I'm just going through a constant cycle of switching between what I know to be unhealthy coping mechanisms but convince myself it's okay because everytime I switch I'm simply recovering from the previous one and getting better
Literally have zero effort to do anything anymore, including getting out of bed. It's like I'm physically drained of all that energy and I just can't seem to bring myself to will it back
You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering
- Ernest Hemingway
9:56PM
12:47 am
If this isn't accurate then I don't know what is
I can't bring myself to tell anyone so instead I simply hope they figure it out even though at the same time I make sure to keep it hidden so they won't
When you convince yourself you're finally doing good only for everything to come crashing down all at once leaving you in a worse place than when you started