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heraclitus23
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- May 26, 2021
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My mother was hurt when she found out about my alcoholism/addiction (I'm in recovery - at least she lived to see that). The first girl I ever really loved, I got drunk and pulled into a one-nght stand. My wife is hurt watching my being sad at missing so much, of throwing away so much by being with her. I had a close friend - the only person I've really been open and shared with - and let them down. Went a bit crazy, went to make a river-leap and lost courage: just cut them off, closed down all channels of communication. My mother is dead; the girl has her own life, a good one; my wife I act out some form of "good husband" normality. My friend? I'm scared to try to open channels again.
There is something inside of me which cannot help but hurt people, even though I try to treat everyone well, to support and succour them, to be a good person.
Is this a trait we all share, I wonder? We all have gifts, abilities which should enrich our lives and the lives of those around us but which just seem to poison our environment. Good people living unfortunate lives.
Then there's a feedback loop - I hurt someone, I want to hurt myself. Emotional self-abuse, self-harming. I've left bruises, bite marks, the pain is still insufficient.
All I want is a quiet, easy end. When I can, I'm going to a beach with cornbags: the night-night method, my eyes closing on the sea and horizon.
Thank you, all and everyone, for being here.
There is something inside of me which cannot help but hurt people, even though I try to treat everyone well, to support and succour them, to be a good person.
Is this a trait we all share, I wonder? We all have gifts, abilities which should enrich our lives and the lives of those around us but which just seem to poison our environment. Good people living unfortunate lives.
Then there's a feedback loop - I hurt someone, I want to hurt myself. Emotional self-abuse, self-harming. I've left bruises, bite marks, the pain is still insufficient.
All I want is a quiet, easy end. When I can, I'm going to a beach with cornbags: the night-night method, my eyes closing on the sea and horizon.
Thank you, all and everyone, for being here.