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Going no contact with yourself
when you feel like you’re starting to get better and suddenly the impending doom sets in again and you know the cycle is about to repeat
why does it feel like my heart is being ripped out of my chest
it gets worse before it gets way worse
sometimes suffering is just suffering it doesn’t make you stronger it just hurts
i am absolutely nothing
a void
a lack
a black hole that drains everything around me
i might appear to be something, sometimes
but i know it’s a mirage
just a vacant hope trying to materialize itself
i am nothing at all
everything is cold and made of metal
i breathe iron shavings and they stain my insides crimson
the ground beneath me is icy, steel, unyielding
everything’s frozen, yet nothing melts
everything i touch starts to rust
a frigid, metallic world where everything is real except for me
please let me out
please fucking let me out
when when i hit my biweekly "oh shit I have never known who I am because I hardly experience myself" 30 minutes of absolute bewilderment
btw can anyone tell me anything about myself i genuinely have no idea what I'm like
sitting in the nosebleed seats of my own life and booing raucously
sometimes it feels like i’m choking on blood
me when my problem is small: oh this problem is small I don't need to get others for this!
me when my problem is big: oh this problem is too big for other people to handle with me, I shouldn't get others for this!
there’s a depth of pain and panic
that is difficult to convey to the outside observer
that comes from watching yourself slip
away from sanity and into hell
knowing that it’s getting worse
knowing that your mind is getting worse
knowing that it will hurt more and more
knowing that you’re going to keep slipping
but not knowing how bad it’ll get
not knowing the depths you’ll reach
not knowing what it will take from you
and worst of all,
not knowing how to make it stop
living shouldn’t hurt this much.
i can make it tolerable, sometimes.
for a while.
it usually takes something external.
a substance, a person, a challenge,
a focused pain, a forced numbness.
it helps if i drift away from it,
in any direction,
inwards, outwards, into another.
dissolving away from conscious thought
into something else, or someone else.
but sometimes i do wonder
if it’s a sign
that the raw unfiltered life i live
seems to be so unendurable.
it’s not inherent in the life itself.
i think that my life is fine.
it seems fine.
it’s something deeply rooted
within my brain, in my neural pathways.
it seems that i was corrupted
before i ever really truly began.
it’s hard to come to terms with
the reality of the problem
since the problem seems so separate
from my day to day life.
i live, i work, i love.
it doesn’t seem to matter in the end,
because a wicked, invisible magnetism
seems to drag me down regardless.
i don’t really believe in destiny
but i do recognize causality,
and it seems that my past
has preordained a future for me
that i can’t quite bear to imagine.
one that doesn’t hold much kindness
for me or for those i love.
it seems so final.
so settled.
is there anything i can truly do?
or is the cycle of cause and effect
the only real constant i can hope to find?
I feel like my own brain is eating me alive
Fuck yes i just responded like a normal human
i have this constant feeling of wanting to leave all the time, i don't know when, i don't know where, but i only know that i want to leave