reesespiecesaregood
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- Dec 27, 2019
- 45
Just been looking back at when i was a kid, pictures, videos, reminiscing on when I was carefree, lucky enough to think I had a bright future ahead of me like most kids do. It's so depressing that this is where I ended up, someone who wants to die. My one life, the life that I envisioned being great and happy, to now wanting no part of it. If you'd told me that 10 years ago this is what I'd feel like I really wouldn't have believed you.
It's a double-edged sword that as kids we're typically shielded from any bad and are lead to believe we can do and be anything. Because eventually all we typically get is disappointment. I know some didn't have a supportive childhood and I shouldn't be complaining, but still, the let down really really sucks. More than I can put into words. It's more obvious now that I've been flooded with memories of the "good old days" lately and my dreams about my past have felt all too real, almost like my subconscious self wants to be back there so badly that it's sending me there in my dreams. And then when I wake up, it's 10-15 years later and I'm here, realizing I can't re-live it, or have a do over, or understand what went wrong that lead me here, and even if I figured it out, I couldn't change it. Preparing kids for the worst of what life could hold may not be the most uplifiting or optimistic way to raise someone, but I'm starting to think it could've saved me a lot of heartache.
It's a double-edged sword that as kids we're typically shielded from any bad and are lead to believe we can do and be anything. Because eventually all we typically get is disappointment. I know some didn't have a supportive childhood and I shouldn't be complaining, but still, the let down really really sucks. More than I can put into words. It's more obvious now that I've been flooded with memories of the "good old days" lately and my dreams about my past have felt all too real, almost like my subconscious self wants to be back there so badly that it's sending me there in my dreams. And then when I wake up, it's 10-15 years later and I'm here, realizing I can't re-live it, or have a do over, or understand what went wrong that lead me here, and even if I figured it out, I couldn't change it. Preparing kids for the worst of what life could hold may not be the most uplifiting or optimistic way to raise someone, but I'm starting to think it could've saved me a lot of heartache.