Midnight
Beyond solace
- Jun 30, 2018
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A few hours per day at least. Work,chores,family,sleep and a myriad of other issues keep my mind busy the rest of the time.
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15 years is a very long time. I hope peace finds a way through to you somehow soon. These thoughts are pure torture feeling stuck and empty wanting to go.Everyday from 2003 until last week. 15 Years of pure mental torture. Towards the end I would fantasise about me dying for hours every day and picturing my funeral and how my family would react to it.
It's hard to articulate the thoughts that are in my head but it feels like this. I look at my body and wonder what I am and what's the point? It feels like almost we're in this strange realm of a game to speak. I see people who care so deeply and authentically about life but why? I don't see the point anymore. We eat. We purchase things we don't really need. We repeat similar versions of the same day over and over again. Hurt people repeat patterns and abuse perpetuates. It's like a large disconnect from life and I used to be one who felt so enthralled and pulled into the web of goals and dreams. Now it all seems pointless. I see people often in way worse predicaments than myself with such an urgency to do whatever it takes to keep living but I don't understand why anymore. Walking through a fog is a good way to describe it like mentioned above. Theres more I feel but I can't put it into words right nowWords just cannot describe how my brain goes into a state of limbo so to speak. Just as what's under my name: there's a difference between existing and living. Like I'm just walking through life foggy aimlessly not knowing anything about being human and feel so overwhelmed by it all.
100% THIS!!!!!It's hard to articulate the thoughts that are in my head but it feels like this. I look at my body and wonder what I am and what's the point? It feels like almost we're in this strange realm of a game to speak. I see people who care so deeply and authentically about life but why? I don't see the point anymore. We eat. We purchase things we don't really need. We repeat similar versions of the same day over and over again. Hurt people repeat patterns and abuse perpetuates. It's like a large disconnect from life and I used to be one who felt so enthralled and pulled into the web of goals and dreams. Now it all seems pointless. I see people often in way worse predicaments than myself with such an urgency to do whatever it takes to keep living but I don't understand why anymore. Walking through a fog is a good way to describe it like mentioned above. Theres more I feel but I can't put it into words right now
15 years is a very long time. I hope peace finds a way through to you somehow soon. These thoughts are pure torture feeling stuck and empty wanting to go.