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Don't fear what's in your head
- Mar 29, 2024
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Do you ever wish for bad things to happen to you?
Often I will be laying in bed thinking, daydreaming, and a scenario pops into my head. Something horrible. My mom's back surgery is botched and she dies on the operating table. I get cancer from my coworkers secondhand smoke. Me and my friend are walking at night and we get mugged. she is shot and killed in front of me. I mess up some maintinance at my work really bad and get fired.
I have these thoughts and they put a smile on my face... It is completely instinctual, they just make me feel happy.. warm.
I want these things to happen, and I don't really know why. I have the desire for some terrible tragedy to befall me or someone I care about. It sickens me to think about. I am not an overly sympathetic person in general, but the idea of wishing for something bad to happen to someone I love makes me feel horrible, but it is the truth.
Is it because I secretly believe I deserve it? I am not ususally prone to such illogical thoughts. I see no reason that I would "deserve" bad things to happen to me.
Is it mental self-harm? I have never cut myself or anything like that, and I dont know what pushes people to do things like that. is it completely without reason? if so, wishing mental anguish upon myself without reason could be a form of self-harm, right?
Maybe it is a way to justify my suicidal ideation. I have felt suicidal for a while now, though i feel like, on most accounts, I dont have a very strong reason for it. I have a good life. If i told my friends that I was suicidal, they would be completely shocked, I guarantee it. perhaps though, if some horrible life-altering tragedy were to happen, it would push me even deeper into depression, and I would feel that my suicidal thoughts were more justified, more correct. people would be less suprised to hear about it. A tragedy could be a springboard to push me to CTB when I would be to cowardly to do otherwise.
If this is the case, it is completely subconcious.
Last week, I tried smoking cigarettes for the first time (I like the flavor but I dont really get the hype). If anybody found out, there would be severe consequences. pretty much everybody I know would look down on me for it. even so, I took pictures of myself doing it. theyre still in my camera roll now. I didnt really know why I did that at the time, but now I know. I took those pictures to create a possibility for tragedy to befall me, didnt I. I took them with the hope that by some fluke, somebody would discover those pictures and I would be fucked. maybe i would even develope an addiction, or worse yet, cancer. I can only admit, the idea of such a thing excites me. I find myself wondering how else I could set myself up for disaster.
Has anybody else ever experienced such a strange urge?
[Edit] Another Idea - I often put on a brave face when it comes to the things that make me feel pain. it can be tiring, but I think that by keeping my suffering in check, I can help the people around me some way. It could be that this urge is a subconcious desire to drop the "tough guy" act. If something so horrible happened to me that there was no way I could hide my sadness, There would be no need for the mask anymore... its worth thinking about.
Often I will be laying in bed thinking, daydreaming, and a scenario pops into my head. Something horrible. My mom's back surgery is botched and she dies on the operating table. I get cancer from my coworkers secondhand smoke. Me and my friend are walking at night and we get mugged. she is shot and killed in front of me. I mess up some maintinance at my work really bad and get fired.
I have these thoughts and they put a smile on my face... It is completely instinctual, they just make me feel happy.. warm.
I want these things to happen, and I don't really know why. I have the desire for some terrible tragedy to befall me or someone I care about. It sickens me to think about. I am not an overly sympathetic person in general, but the idea of wishing for something bad to happen to someone I love makes me feel horrible, but it is the truth.
Is it because I secretly believe I deserve it? I am not ususally prone to such illogical thoughts. I see no reason that I would "deserve" bad things to happen to me.
Is it mental self-harm? I have never cut myself or anything like that, and I dont know what pushes people to do things like that. is it completely without reason? if so, wishing mental anguish upon myself without reason could be a form of self-harm, right?
Maybe it is a way to justify my suicidal ideation. I have felt suicidal for a while now, though i feel like, on most accounts, I dont have a very strong reason for it. I have a good life. If i told my friends that I was suicidal, they would be completely shocked, I guarantee it. perhaps though, if some horrible life-altering tragedy were to happen, it would push me even deeper into depression, and I would feel that my suicidal thoughts were more justified, more correct. people would be less suprised to hear about it. A tragedy could be a springboard to push me to CTB when I would be to cowardly to do otherwise.
If this is the case, it is completely subconcious.
Last week, I tried smoking cigarettes for the first time (I like the flavor but I dont really get the hype). If anybody found out, there would be severe consequences. pretty much everybody I know would look down on me for it. even so, I took pictures of myself doing it. theyre still in my camera roll now. I didnt really know why I did that at the time, but now I know. I took those pictures to create a possibility for tragedy to befall me, didnt I. I took them with the hope that by some fluke, somebody would discover those pictures and I would be fucked. maybe i would even develope an addiction, or worse yet, cancer. I can only admit, the idea of such a thing excites me. I find myself wondering how else I could set myself up for disaster.
Has anybody else ever experienced such a strange urge?
[Edit] Another Idea - I often put on a brave face when it comes to the things that make me feel pain. it can be tiring, but I think that by keeping my suffering in check, I can help the people around me some way. It could be that this urge is a subconcious desire to drop the "tough guy" act. If something so horrible happened to me that there was no way I could hide my sadness, There would be no need for the mask anymore... its worth thinking about.
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