
picapica
King of Escapism
- Jan 24, 2023
- 20
Sometimes I think that Im not actually mentally ill. That Im just faking, maybe for attention, maybe for sympathy.
Then stuff like this happens.
Overwhelming feelings of inadequacy, fear of not being enough, utter hopelessness..
everything consumed me, it was too much. I knew hours earlier that the crash was coming. I knew because I had purposely not eaten any of the food I made.
Not eating is always the first warning sign.
I dont even know how I ended up on the floor, or when I crawled underneath the table.
I could hear my friends talking in the room adjacent to the kitchen, the door was open the entire time.
All the people near and dear to me, coming together to celebrate. I was so close to them, but it felt like we were in seperate worlds.
I was utterly numb. I couldnt move, couldnt speak, couldnt do anything.
I kept hoping that someone would look for me. Surely, if they cared enough, theyd notice that I was missing.
No one came.
The rational and irrational parts of my brain have been fighting for two days straight.
I have a habit of vanishing during parties. I get tired easily, and need to lay down for a couple minutes.
But usually, someone comes looking for me, just to check if Im alright.
I could hear their conversations. Listened to them talking for a full hour. They didnt mention me, not once.
Have I finally become too big of a burden? Were they glad I was gone? All the times theyve had to help me, check up on me, has it finally gotten too much?
My brother found me, and I pretended I was just drunk.
Five minutes earlier, I had been imagining myself slitting my wrists and bleeding out on the kitchen floor.
I love my friends. Do they love me?
I am annoying. My personality is annoying. My voice is annoying. I am annoying.
Im so sick of being me.
Alcohol 's calling. Better drink up.
Then stuff like this happens.
Overwhelming feelings of inadequacy, fear of not being enough, utter hopelessness..
everything consumed me, it was too much. I knew hours earlier that the crash was coming. I knew because I had purposely not eaten any of the food I made.
Not eating is always the first warning sign.
I dont even know how I ended up on the floor, or when I crawled underneath the table.
I could hear my friends talking in the room adjacent to the kitchen, the door was open the entire time.
All the people near and dear to me, coming together to celebrate. I was so close to them, but it felt like we were in seperate worlds.
I was utterly numb. I couldnt move, couldnt speak, couldnt do anything.
I kept hoping that someone would look for me. Surely, if they cared enough, theyd notice that I was missing.
No one came.
The rational and irrational parts of my brain have been fighting for two days straight.
I have a habit of vanishing during parties. I get tired easily, and need to lay down for a couple minutes.
But usually, someone comes looking for me, just to check if Im alright.
I could hear their conversations. Listened to them talking for a full hour. They didnt mention me, not once.
Have I finally become too big of a burden? Were they glad I was gone? All the times theyve had to help me, check up on me, has it finally gotten too much?
My brother found me, and I pretended I was just drunk.
Five minutes earlier, I had been imagining myself slitting my wrists and bleeding out on the kitchen floor.
I love my friends. Do they love me?
I am annoying. My personality is annoying. My voice is annoying. I am annoying.
Im so sick of being me.
Alcohol 's calling. Better drink up.