ecmnesia
the only thing humans are equal in is death
- Aug 30, 2020
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maybe. I don't want to get better. I've been in despair since 11, or even before, I can't recall. This twisted, gray world is all I ever known. The sadness, the cinism, the void. I'm not quite familiar to anything different than that. The self destructive urges, the suicidal thoughts, the hatred towards existence and people. Sure, I had some great moments but deep inside the void and despair we only hidden.
after years dealing with trauma, depression and anxiety, I finally started medication and therapy. I can sleep now, I'm glad, I don't feel anxious all the time. But I'm not happy, although I should be. The meds are working, and I hate it. I hate to be fine. I hate feeling "normal", I can not describe the sensations I'm experiencing cause I never felt them before, though I know I hate them. It sucks. I feel shallow. I feel delusional, as if I'm telling myself a fairy tail and living as if I'm in it, even though I know it's nothing but a lie.
this "happiness", this being normal and functional... I can't swallow it. It's like I am wearing a mask, pretending to be someone who I am not. I dont feel like myself, I feel like someone else, someone who's not aware of the fucked up world and reality we are trapped in. I hate it. I don't want to be like this. I might be pretentious but happiness seems to be nothing but a lie. I want to be me, not this pretty fit in version the meds made of me, I don't want to be content, I don't want to be superficial when I'm familiar with reality. I don't want to feel like a toy, an object who just accept the normal pattern as ideal. I hate it.
Am I crazy? Did anyone experience this as well?
I'm sorry I can't describe who I feel more precisely. I think I'm going to quit. I don't want to feel normal, I want to feel alive. At least in pain I know I exist. I know I'm genuine. I know I think. At least in despair I am someone and not just another brick in the wall.
after years dealing with trauma, depression and anxiety, I finally started medication and therapy. I can sleep now, I'm glad, I don't feel anxious all the time. But I'm not happy, although I should be. The meds are working, and I hate it. I hate to be fine. I hate feeling "normal", I can not describe the sensations I'm experiencing cause I never felt them before, though I know I hate them. It sucks. I feel shallow. I feel delusional, as if I'm telling myself a fairy tail and living as if I'm in it, even though I know it's nothing but a lie.
this "happiness", this being normal and functional... I can't swallow it. It's like I am wearing a mask, pretending to be someone who I am not. I dont feel like myself, I feel like someone else, someone who's not aware of the fucked up world and reality we are trapped in. I hate it. I don't want to be like this. I might be pretentious but happiness seems to be nothing but a lie. I want to be me, not this pretty fit in version the meds made of me, I don't want to be content, I don't want to be superficial when I'm familiar with reality. I don't want to feel like a toy, an object who just accept the normal pattern as ideal. I hate it.
Am I crazy? Did anyone experience this as well?
I'm sorry I can't describe who I feel more precisely. I think I'm going to quit. I don't want to feel normal, I want to feel alive. At least in pain I know I exist. I know I'm genuine. I know I think. At least in despair I am someone and not just another brick in the wall.