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aquasaltstripes
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- Jul 2, 2023
- 52
Autism and a bunch of other mental disorders. I hate the way my brain processes information, it's so toxic, everything overwhelms me and pisses me off, performing the same OCD rituals over and over again and stressing over every noise and all my triggers for years, losing all my motivation and inspiration for art, not living just killing time as the saying goes, nobody taking it seriously.
And it's not even like it's constant suffering with nothing to redeem it. I have good happy moments, like listening to music and doing art or occasionally hanging out with a friend which I'm very lucky to have, but I have some panic attack and snowball and spiral and fuck it all up. Build something beautiful just to set it on fire. It's beyond exhausting. My mind goes numb and all foggy and clogged with pus and shit, my heart hurts and blood pressure spikes. Art doesn't provide any catharsis for any of this, it's my inability to focus on it that makes it so frustrating.
I miss reading and consuming art and just having love and inspiration and zest for life and everything just pouring out of me in torrents, when I could actually find joy and hope and color in everything. Now I'm just a husk rotting and stagnating and floating away. Not good at living nor suicide, just in the shitty spitroast of a tug of war in between.
Typing about it and posting about it does kinda help though I guess ;<
And it's not even like it's constant suffering with nothing to redeem it. I have good happy moments, like listening to music and doing art or occasionally hanging out with a friend which I'm very lucky to have, but I have some panic attack and snowball and spiral and fuck it all up. Build something beautiful just to set it on fire. It's beyond exhausting. My mind goes numb and all foggy and clogged with pus and shit, my heart hurts and blood pressure spikes. Art doesn't provide any catharsis for any of this, it's my inability to focus on it that makes it so frustrating.
I miss reading and consuming art and just having love and inspiration and zest for life and everything just pouring out of me in torrents, when I could actually find joy and hope and color in everything. Now I'm just a husk rotting and stagnating and floating away. Not good at living nor suicide, just in the shitty spitroast of a tug of war in between.
Typing about it and posting about it does kinda help though I guess ;<