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waverinthought
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- Jul 2, 2023
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I've spent a majority of my teenage-hood journaling my feelings as a way to feel heard and understand myself in the long term. Unfortunately, this isn't a very healthy outlet for me. Every single time I journal my feelings I feel a heavier burden than before I even put the pen to paper. I quit journaling altogether as a way to stop taking myself so seriously but I feel so lonely and misunderstood with no where to turn now. There's truly no one to talk to about the things I've been going through and I just don't feel like myself.
I anchored a necktie to my closet, and I really wanted to just end it right here right now because the things that I'm trying to live for just don't seem good enough to justify the psychological stress I'm feeling right now. Thankfully I'm here writing this post instead because there's still a part of me that wants to be okay and keep living. I feel like if I'm alone with my thoughts for much longer I'm not going to be on this earth anymore. I'm not doing well at all.
I believe that after death, the energy we once had trickles down to its most basic form. It disperses to the things around us and gets transferred back and forth and slowly builds itself up over years. The bits and pieces of energy of billions of life forms before me coagulated to conceive myself, and I will be a part of someone else someday. That's just assuming that the highest life form is human life. In a less self-centered approach, the energy I carried would instead contribute to something greater. This probably makes me the worst Christian alive, because if there is a hell that's exactly where I'm going.
I anchored a necktie to my closet, and I really wanted to just end it right here right now because the things that I'm trying to live for just don't seem good enough to justify the psychological stress I'm feeling right now. Thankfully I'm here writing this post instead because there's still a part of me that wants to be okay and keep living. I feel like if I'm alone with my thoughts for much longer I'm not going to be on this earth anymore. I'm not doing well at all.
I believe that after death, the energy we once had trickles down to its most basic form. It disperses to the things around us and gets transferred back and forth and slowly builds itself up over years. The bits and pieces of energy of billions of life forms before me coagulated to conceive myself, and I will be a part of someone else someday. That's just assuming that the highest life form is human life. In a less self-centered approach, the energy I carried would instead contribute to something greater. This probably makes me the worst Christian alive, because if there is a hell that's exactly where I'm going.