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Careless Soul « MtF »
- Nov 13, 2023
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I am the shell of what I used to be.
PS: 500~ Words long story post. (Maybe one of many)
I'm coming from a morning in the hospital for a basic check. Although I have a severe phobia of medical environments and needles, regardless of what I need to do. The more I aged up, the more it got worse for some reason. I had some trauma in the past about medic stuff that prolly was the cherry on top.
Anyways, done this and that the nurses were chatting with me about random topics, the usual routine for overly anxious patients I suppose. Then they start asking me about my future and stuff (Do note, I am relatively young and I don't work yet) to which I could only answer with lies on top of other lies of course. I couldn't tell the truth about how broken I was and all of that to random strangers.
However that got me thinking. Back some, several years I wasn't depressed, I wasn't suicidal. I was normal. Although here we're talking about middle school stuff when I wasn't even 12 for instance. At that age I could talk to people, I wasn't hyperfixated on mental health and had mainstream interests like other kids which promotome to have a pretty tame life, some bullying aside.
One day that cycle of "peace" was broken, and ever since my life has only gone down and deeper down into an abyss. I started to lose contacts, developing (undiagnosed) mental health issues to this day, kept alienating myself from the "average" life a person should have. To the point I became an "abnormality" in the system, a social junk for the matter.
All of this to say that along with being a normal person with no underlying issues I used to have normal dreams. Getting high school done, university and becoming a doctor myself. Well, I still love medicine and science, however failures in life had other plans for me, which caused my progressive and restless downfall.
Now here I am, the empty shell of what I used to be. I am broken, I want to die so badly (even if funnily enough I am INCREDIBLY afraid of hospitals and stuff), almost have no hope left, no one to assist and help me irl and all I have to deal with is myself, the abuse and the pain.
I no longer can yearn for dreams. And it saddens me to my broken heart to lie to people, telling them I "dream big" when in reality I only dream to be "okay". Everyone assumes I'm okay and that I'll become prestigious and known. My family thinks and assumes I'll just go through all and emerge victorious, not stopping minimally to think about what I have to say about my OWN life.
I am sorry for myself to being stuck into letting down everyone. The world has let me down and now my existence is turning it back into others.
Sorry.
PS: 500~ Words long story post. (Maybe one of many)
I'm coming from a morning in the hospital for a basic check. Although I have a severe phobia of medical environments and needles, regardless of what I need to do. The more I aged up, the more it got worse for some reason. I had some trauma in the past about medic stuff that prolly was the cherry on top.
Anyways, done this and that the nurses were chatting with me about random topics, the usual routine for overly anxious patients I suppose. Then they start asking me about my future and stuff (Do note, I am relatively young and I don't work yet) to which I could only answer with lies on top of other lies of course. I couldn't tell the truth about how broken I was and all of that to random strangers.
However that got me thinking. Back some, several years I wasn't depressed, I wasn't suicidal. I was normal. Although here we're talking about middle school stuff when I wasn't even 12 for instance. At that age I could talk to people, I wasn't hyperfixated on mental health and had mainstream interests like other kids which promotome to have a pretty tame life, some bullying aside.
One day that cycle of "peace" was broken, and ever since my life has only gone down and deeper down into an abyss. I started to lose contacts, developing (undiagnosed) mental health issues to this day, kept alienating myself from the "average" life a person should have. To the point I became an "abnormality" in the system, a social junk for the matter.
All of this to say that along with being a normal person with no underlying issues I used to have normal dreams. Getting high school done, university and becoming a doctor myself. Well, I still love medicine and science, however failures in life had other plans for me, which caused my progressive and restless downfall.
Now here I am, the empty shell of what I used to be. I am broken, I want to die so badly (even if funnily enough I am INCREDIBLY afraid of hospitals and stuff), almost have no hope left, no one to assist and help me irl and all I have to deal with is myself, the abuse and the pain.
I no longer can yearn for dreams. And it saddens me to my broken heart to lie to people, telling them I "dream big" when in reality I only dream to be "okay". Everyone assumes I'm okay and that I'll become prestigious and known. My family thinks and assumes I'll just go through all and emerge victorious, not stopping minimally to think about what I have to say about my OWN life.
I am sorry for myself to being stuck into letting down everyone. The world has let me down and now my existence is turning it back into others.
Sorry.