trauma so bad my coping mechanisms have names and pronouns
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trauma so bad my coping mechanisms have names and pronouns
its like no matter where im at in my life, what things have changed, what medicine or support system or anything.. everything keeps changing and improving except the way I sink into depression.
Starting as a thought, and just as quick as it occurs a pit opens up and swallows me whole. I cant reach out because its already dark. I saw everyone roll their eyes as I went under. They'd prefer if I didn't make it their problem. They have their own problems. They've heard this agony, recurring, like scratches on a record I say the same stuttering vocals.
"I am struggling again"
"I feel like dying again"
"Im so useless"
Its the same, always. Cant just go to sleep. Tired of being asleep. Tired of being stuck in bed. Tired of not providing anything to my loved ones. Tired of not being able bodied. Tired of being poor. Tired of being hungry. Tired of being in pain.
I want another day. I want to go on. I just want this feeling to stop following me like a shadow. Stuck on me like pine. I cant stand this anymore.
I've been doing so well for so long and then suddenly it feels like I'm being drowned and I am desperately clinging and clawing at whatever I can to stay above it. I just want to feel safe, and loved, and like I belong.
sometimes i feel like no matter how hard i try, no matter how much i give, i will never be good enough for anyone.
“I’ve tried my hardest, fighting tooth and nail but still I am not good enough.. it aches so much I don’t know if I can tolerate anymore..”
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“I have pasts inside me I did not bury properly.”
— Ijeoma Umebinyuo, from “Confessions”, published in “Questions for Ada”
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