My existence is redundant.

[Archness]

Really, I don't exist at all IRL, my existence online is also quite limited outside of being output for "Black Box Algorithms" (Such as YT). Then, most of that is somewhat related to SaSu actually. Because I'm just empty inside. It just gets worse over time and I only become more aware of these defects.

I see these signs that I'm worthless and literally nothing everywhere now. Even when I'm "Helping", it's only to act in place of other people to be lazy, or superficial "Help" that is utterly unsubstantial. Even here, I've already said most of what I wanted, and loitering around, thinking to reply, I often see others having a good conversation, and then realize I don't really have anything to add. The feeling is inescapable.

 

[flightless bird]

existence needs no validation. it just is.

if you can, please try to relax and not suffer so much over these thoughts. sometimes our brains fabricate categories and stories, and we start believing them as truth.

 

[Archness]

existence needs no validation. it just is.

if you can, please try to relax and not suffer so much over these thoughts. sometimes our brains fabricate categories and stories, and we start believing them as truth.

I wish I could just stop thinking and just exist.

But in practice... That's impossible. I was like that in the past, and it got me here now.
Arguably I often think too much and have my brain run wild with all kinds of things, but it's inevitable when I don't innately "Just Get" anything ever.

 

[ToYoungToLive]

This is the first time I'm posting. I have a decent life. Family, Friends, I'm fairly good looking, young, educated, PhD in the sciences. I teach, I go to therapy. I take my SSRI's and my anti-psychotics. I feel tired, brain fog, sedated and mostly just OK. Why am I here? on this forum, or planet? Why do I exist? No one knows, and anyone who says otherwise is a liar or just plain stupid.

I always check the box no, "are you making plans to end your...". Does anyone ever say yes? Help hasn't really come in the form of a pill, a relationship, job, education, a pet, therapist( most of which are less qualified than the random person down the street). I listen and I nod most of the time. They want me to look at them and nod, sometimes I smile and tell them that it makes sense. It does make sense, maybe for someone who's not me. Maybe in their simple mind.

You spend the day walking around wondering what everyone else is feeling, thinking, maybe doing. Why do we shit and piss all over eachother?


This world is broken far beyond repair. There are wars and famine and this stupid brain dead professor is worried about the Oxford comma.

 

[Nauyaca]

It's not that your existence is redundant, existence itself is redundant, to feel bad about your existence is to give to much credit to existence in the first place, if you think this way you can look at the universe itself and say "you are not as importat as you think you are, I might be redundant, but you are no better"

 

[doneforlife]

This is the first time I'm posting. I have a decent life. Family, Friends, I'm fairly good looking, young, educated, PhD in the sciences. I teach, I go to therapy. I take my SSRI's and my anti-psychotics. I feel tired, brain fog, sedated and mostly just OK. Why am I here? on this forum, or planet? Why do I exist? No one knows, and anyone who says otherwise is a liar or just plain stupid.

I always check the box no, "are you making plans to end your...". Does anyone ever say yes? Help hasn't really come in the form of a pill, a relationship, job, education, a pet, therapist( most of which are less qualified than the random person down the street). I listen and I nod most of the time. They want me to look at them and nod, sometimes I smile and tell them that it makes sense. It does make sense, maybe for someone who's not me. Maybe in their simple mind.

You spend the day walking around wondering what everyone else is feeling, thinking, maybe doing. Why do we shit and piss all over eachother?


This world is broken far beyond repair. There are wars and famine and this stupid brain dead professor is worried about the Oxford comma.

That was profound!.

 

[frayed]

this is very relatable for me.