ScholarOfDespair
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- Sep 27, 2025
- 65
Every single day, I find myself on the brink of losing my sanity. It's like I'm constantly walking on a tightrope, and one wrong move could send me spiralling into an abyss of madness. The anxiety that consumes me every morning is almost unbearable. It's not just the usual worries; it's a deep, gnawing fear that permeates every fiber of my being. I wake up with a pounding heart and a mind already racing, unable to find a moment of peace.
As if that weren't enough, I'm starting to believe in some seriously bizarre concepts. Reality shifting and manifestation? I never thought I'd fall for that kind of thing, but here I am, clutching at straws, desperate for any semblance of control over my chaotic life. It's like my mind is playing cruel tricks on me, making me question what's real and what's not. I find myself spending hours down internet rabbit holes, trying to make sense of it all, but it only leaves me more confused and disoriented.
Despite all this internal turmoil, I'm too much of a coward to take the ultimate step. I'm stuck in this endless cycle of misery, too afraid to end it all, yet too broken to keep going. It's a constant tug-of-war between the desire for peace and the fear of the unknown. I'm paralyzed by indecision, trapped in a cage of my own making, with no clear path to escape.
Sometimes, I wonder if this is what rock bottom feels like. But even if it is, I'm not sure I have the strength to climb back up. Every day is a struggle, and every night is a battle. I'm drowning in a sea of anxiety and despair, and I don't know how much longer I can keep my head above water.
As if that weren't enough, I'm starting to believe in some seriously bizarre concepts. Reality shifting and manifestation? I never thought I'd fall for that kind of thing, but here I am, clutching at straws, desperate for any semblance of control over my chaotic life. It's like my mind is playing cruel tricks on me, making me question what's real and what's not. I find myself spending hours down internet rabbit holes, trying to make sense of it all, but it only leaves me more confused and disoriented.
Despite all this internal turmoil, I'm too much of a coward to take the ultimate step. I'm stuck in this endless cycle of misery, too afraid to end it all, yet too broken to keep going. It's a constant tug-of-war between the desire for peace and the fear of the unknown. I'm paralyzed by indecision, trapped in a cage of my own making, with no clear path to escape.
Sometimes, I wonder if this is what rock bottom feels like. But even if it is, I'm not sure I have the strength to climb back up. Every day is a struggle, and every night is a battle. I'm drowning in a sea of anxiety and despair, and I don't know how much longer I can keep my head above water.
