AstroV
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- Nov 3, 2021
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What about it makes you cry? If you don't mind sharingI been crying more lately because my ctb date is approaching
Crying is an amazing form of self expression , it also helps the brain release what the body holds into I believeHonestly, I haven't cried in a relatively long time.
I used to cry regularly.
It allowed me to "reboot" my emotions.
I just felt better.
Now I don't cry anymore.
I do not know why.
I just don't feel like it.
Crying intensely , and so much can be so upsetting. I remember crying so much as a child I popped a blood vessel from screaming and crying in my eyes , had to wear sunglasses for a week lol.i see people who are so numb by the pain that they don't cry anymore, which sadly is not my case. i've been crying so much lately. i wish i didn't feel anything, it would be so much easier to ctb
Godzilla minus one, I'm going to watch this!The last time I cried was when I saw Godzilla Minus One. Actually, I didn't really cry during the movie but later on when I thought about it and how I related to parts of it in my own life. I used to cry almost everyday when thinking of how hopeless my life seems.
Usually I can't cry for my own situation anymore because I'm overall numb to it. Rarely do I get affected by tragic news either unless there's something personal to it. I still cry when I stub my toe or eat spicy food though.
I sobbed, no, wailed harder yesterday than I ever have in my life. The drug addict who lives above me bombarded me with such vile, cruel, and abusive texts that I have never been treated so cruelly by a male to whom I was not related. And after emailing screenshots to my landlady (who I mistakenly believed cared about me) it became clear that there is no one in my corner. Not my therapist, and not my psychiatric nurse practitioner. No one will listen. My brother threw me out of his basement nearly a year ago, because he couldn't deal with my depression. My resulting homelessness and the ultimate pet-free apartment I eventually found cost me my little dog, my baby girl who I had raised and cherished for 11 and a half years. My father shot himself when I was 16. I singlehandedly cared for my mother for the last 6 years of her life, despite the fact that she hated my guts until I was 37. My brother and sister (both local) offered no help at all, despite the fact that I was on disability for many years for major depressive disorder (treatment resistant.) My life is over. It was extremely easy to legally procure a shotgun in NY State, despite my psych history of more meds than I can count, and despite my voluntary admission to a psych ward 17 years ago. I sort of feel like my dad (from somewhere beyond) helped me buy a shotgun (short but legal barrel)โand now I am calling on him to grant me the guts to just pull the trigger. But yes. I cry daily, but yesterday I wailed straight from my core.I use to cry so much that I'd have to take benzos to call me down. Now I'm just so numb, I'm just exhausted with life.
I'm so sorry you have to deal with all this. I wish there was something I could say that would be helpful during this difficult time. I think everyone on this site has a horrible story and saying that doesn't take away from yours. I think it's how we cope. Suicide isn't as easy as people think it is, we don't all succeed. I've survived so many attempts that I've finally given up on trying. What I can say is, sometimes things can get better, but there won't always be sunny days. My advice is try to keep yourself busy doing something, it's helps you from fo using so much on problems that you have no control over. I've been home's before and it's no fun. I'm adopted and I feel so alone in this world but I have to keep going. Try finding a hobby, join online sites for friends and condo. Its really sad your landlord didn't side with you, people can be so passive and not understand the magnitude of what someone is dealing with. I'm here if you ever want to talk or need someone to simply listen, I'll even cry with youI sobbed, no, wailed harder yesterday than I ever have in my life. The drug addict who lives above me bombarded me with such vile, cruel, and abusive texts that I have never been treated so cruelly by a male to whom I was not related. And after emailing screenshots to my landlady (who I mistakenly believed cared about me) it became clear that there is no one in my corner. Not my therapist, and not my psychiatric nurse practitioner. No one will listen. My brother threw me out of his basement nearly a year ago, because he couldn't deal with my depression. My resulting homelessness and the ultimate pet-free apartment I eventually found cost me my little dog, my baby girl who I had raised and cherished for 11 and a half years. My father shot himself when I was 16. I singlehandedly cared for my mother for the last 6 years of her life, despite the fact that she hated my guts until I was 37. My brother and sister (both local) offered no help at all, despite the fact that I was on disability for many years for major depressive disorder (treatment resistant.) My life is over. It was extremely easy to legally procure a shotgun in NY State, despite my psych history of more meds than I can count, and despite my voluntary admission to a psych ward 17 years ago. I sort of feel like my dad (from somewhere beyond) helped me buy a shotgun (short but legal barrel)โand now I am calling on him to grant me the guts to just pull the trigger. But yes. I cry daily, but yesterday I wailed straight from my core.
Good luck. Even though it won an Oscar, it isn't available anywhere except as recorded theater footage. It should come to streaming or Blu-Ray hopefully by September though.Godzilla minus one, I'm going to watch this!
You reminded me of the last movie that made me cry, and one of the only that really beats up my heart, monsters inc โฆ. Don't ask โฆ.