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My tumblr is basically my diary. If you choose to follow it, thatâs on you. đ€·đ»ââïž
It sometimes amazes me
How I can be so full of self loathing
Despising every facet of who I am
I see no good in myself tonight
I feel like a monolithic tumor on this world
Some may say that my thoughts lie to me
Hell, the clinical side of my brain says it too
Yet, in moments like this, right now
When self hatred pours from every cell in my body
Itâs hard to acknowledge the clinical side of my brain
Itâs hard to see past the darkness
Itâs hard to understand there is anything worthwhile in who I am
So I guess Iâll take some medication and try to sleep
Slowly dull the onslaught of thoughts that infiltrate my consciousness
Try to find even a short reprieve from the cruelty I carry within
Observing
Always watching
Noticing the world around me
Glancing at face after face
Wondering what is hidden from view
I crave to understand the driving force
Behind each glance and slight smile
That each passerby graces me with
Is it kindness or pity?
Perhaps Iâll never know
But I keep on looking
Searching for an understanding
Iâm not sure will ever come
And perhaps if I was worthy,
The world wouldnât be so cruel.
we all have one foot in a fairytale, and the other in the abyss.
Albert Camus, from a letter to MarĂa Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953
Itâs 1:47 AM
Iâm lost within the shadows of my soul
Grieving the life I lost
Long before I had the ability to choose
Knowing that destiny commands my actions
Leading me further into isolation
Leaving me to suffer in silence
Knowing that no one gives a shit about my anonymous words
I wallow in self pity until sleep offers me a short reprieve
A glimpse at nothingness
A taste of freedom
The dust has settled on my social life
Reminding me of just how alone I really am
Always talking to people but never really opening up
I live on the surface of connection
Hiding in plane sight
Refusing to allow myself to be fully seen
To have my darkness be witnessed
So I sit alone in the midnight hours
Mourning the life I could have had
If only I was someone else
Iâm laying in bed at 4:00 in the morning after having slept only a couple of hours and I canât stop thinking that something is wrong, that I am all wrong. The depression is doing its thing and the last couple of days at work have been so busy that itâs hard to explain the exhaustion I feel. I am sad and alone and so very tired. Later today I will work another 10 hour shift and Iâm hoping I can push through the exhaustion and still be effective and helpful. I simply want to be helpful. I want to do good in this world. I hope I make a positive difference even when I feel like shit.
âI am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?â
â Unknown
not photogenic but i probably look so good as a distant memory.
â Bertrand Russell, from âWhat Desires Are Politically Important?â (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
And maybe, just maybe, by helping others find the light, I too can emerge from the darkness.
I cried with a patient today. My heart aches for those who suffer so deeply because I too suffer deeply. I know whatâs itâs like to want to die and yet stay alive because death is against the rules. When people on the internet see some of what I write and misinterpret it, thinking I donât genuinely care about the patients I work with, I have to remember moments like today. I choose to sit in other peopleâs darkest moments with them so they are not alone. I choose to cultivate hope while validating the pain. Today my eyes teared up as I was able to provide validation and hope to someone in the depths of despair. Even when my own depression haunts me, I hold space for the pain of others. No one should suffer alone. Even when the darkness seems to be everywhere, there are always glimmers found in common humanity. We are not alone.
Ours lives have gone in two different directions
Born to the same two sets of genes
Existence told story upon story
And the shrapnel flew from the ground
Landing deep in the soul wound I carry
While you move on and find love all around
I sit in the damage they made us
And ponder each turn that took us apart
Best friends surviving the danger
Now ships passing by in the dark
We landed in separate spaces
Iâm haunted
While you found the light
We canât seem to connect anymore and Iâm far too tired to fight