
grimmtheripper
Welcome to the "Diary of the Damned".
- May 1, 2022
- 12
It really sucks being so high functioning while dealing with mental illness. You're so damn good at smiling and working through the pain that the people around you tend to forget: You're still in pain. They don't understand what it's like to live in your mind for a day; what it truly takes out of you to do simple things like going out or even just a phone call. Then that vicious cycle begins where you gotta leave your own comfort zone and push your anxieties aside to please your friends. You get too overwhelmed, wanna kill myself. Don't go out and now everyone is mad at me? Guess I should kill myself. There really is no winning. You hung out with one friend from your circle this week so why shouldn't you be able to hang out with everyone? Recharging your social battery sounds like a stupid excuse. So then you cave and you go out, but you're uncomfy, you don't talk, and they call you a buzz kill. I'm becoming so exhausted. Not only have I disappointed the very few friends I have left, but now I've disappointed myself. I hate the brain I've been given. Who am I outside of my own mental illness and trauma? The only joy I feel comes from making others happy, which is almost always at the sacrifice of my own feelings.