aubrey!
internet angel
- Mar 11, 2023
- 147
for the past few years, i chased. recovery. i tried adjusting my mindset, cleaning my spaces, working out, and pretty much anything suggested. funny how the people who suggest these things don't understand me, and have never experienced much pain.
the only things i've refused is getting help from a therapist - i don't want to talk to a paid actor. fuck that. or drugs or similar - inaccessible. I like alky though, but it's no cure.
i believed that recovery was possible for so long. i dreamed of one day being surrounded by my friends, happy again, escaping or accepting my past memories and moving forward doing the things i enjoy. i used to be happy so, surely i can be again right?
friends come and go. or i guess in my story, they just go. i have about 3 people i'd consider somewhat close, but not super. we only talk a couple times a week now. what hurts even more is people who come by briefly, form a bond, and are out within a day or two. it happens so often and the pain stacks each time.
everything that's gotten me here is my fault anyway. i ruined years long friendships, i ruined bonds with whole groups, all in the name of anger and hatred.
the last couple months have been an absolute turning point in my life. i'm losing energy, giving up trying, and giving up believing. i've never been through this before, but that slowly expanding realisation that you will never recover. the things you do are stuck to you, no matter how hard you try to change your personality, names, icons, looks. i can't move forward. i can't get over it. i can't forget.
i'm officially giving up.
i wish people would accept the fact life isn't for everyone. i wish there was an easy way out. i wish i didn't have to be forced to live. i wish people understood me more often. i wish people didnt feel bad for me. i wish people talked to me. i wish people loved me romantically. i wish i wasnt so jealous. i wish i hadn't done all those things. i wish i could move on. i do wish i could've recovered.
i'm not going to ctb today, probably not soon, maybe i'll be too scared and live a full life of suffering haha. they didn't make dying easy! this isn't a goodbye thread. but now's the path down a road that's scary but sure to make things just fine, if i do manage to ctb. maybe i'll give that up too, and turn into a flesh like dr pepper fueled rock.
and -- a random thank you to you guys for being the first people who feel truly honest about these topics. so sick of the "call suicide hotline" and the like bullshit.
the only things i've refused is getting help from a therapist - i don't want to talk to a paid actor. fuck that. or drugs or similar - inaccessible. I like alky though, but it's no cure.
i believed that recovery was possible for so long. i dreamed of one day being surrounded by my friends, happy again, escaping or accepting my past memories and moving forward doing the things i enjoy. i used to be happy so, surely i can be again right?
friends come and go. or i guess in my story, they just go. i have about 3 people i'd consider somewhat close, but not super. we only talk a couple times a week now. what hurts even more is people who come by briefly, form a bond, and are out within a day or two. it happens so often and the pain stacks each time.
everything that's gotten me here is my fault anyway. i ruined years long friendships, i ruined bonds with whole groups, all in the name of anger and hatred.
the last couple months have been an absolute turning point in my life. i'm losing energy, giving up trying, and giving up believing. i've never been through this before, but that slowly expanding realisation that you will never recover. the things you do are stuck to you, no matter how hard you try to change your personality, names, icons, looks. i can't move forward. i can't get over it. i can't forget.
i'm officially giving up.
i wish people would accept the fact life isn't for everyone. i wish there was an easy way out. i wish i didn't have to be forced to live. i wish people understood me more often. i wish people didnt feel bad for me. i wish people talked to me. i wish people loved me romantically. i wish i wasnt so jealous. i wish i hadn't done all those things. i wish i could move on. i do wish i could've recovered.
i'm not going to ctb today, probably not soon, maybe i'll be too scared and live a full life of suffering haha. they didn't make dying easy! this isn't a goodbye thread. but now's the path down a road that's scary but sure to make things just fine, if i do manage to ctb. maybe i'll give that up too, and turn into a flesh like dr pepper fueled rock.
and -- a random thank you to you guys for being the first people who feel truly honest about these topics. so sick of the "call suicide hotline" and the like bullshit.