neverwashere
Self sabotaging to cope with it all
- Apr 25, 2023
- 73
I'm so tired of putting on a fake personality in front of people. I'm not actually all giggly and funny, I'm not smart and I'm not interesting. The person with all of those qualities that my friends and family think they know doesn't actually exist. I'm the most one dimensional, boring person you will ever meet.
I guess I could argue that pretending to always be happy is helping me feel better about life which is partially true; II haven't been actively suicidal lately and I haven't been ideating as much. But something happened today-- not sure what, to be honest. Maybe its the fact that my room that I worked so hard to clean is getting messy again or the fact that I've begun to subconsciously self isolate--and all of the feelings I think I've been suppressing for the last few days are rushing back in as I type this.
I don't know how nobody has noticed how fake everything I do is and how little I care about myself, because I know I'm not a good actor or a good liar. I know my bluffs are painfully obvious and nobody cares that I'm spiraling. Or if they do care and they genuinely haven't noticed yet, I can't just straight up tell them.
When I told my mom that I feel suicidal half a year ago, she made the whole thing about herself and how her mental health is worse than mine because of me, and then threatened to call the cops but not in a "I'm concerned for you" way and more of a "anything to get this mess out of sight and out of mind" kind of way.
Jesus fucking christ I'm so alone. I'm just now realizing that nobody actually knows me, not even myself. Its exhausting to the point where I can't sleep anymore, if that makes sense. I'm so fed up with overthinking every stupid lie and coming up with excuses for certain actions. I'm so fed up with not being able to just exist peacefully. I don't want to exist anymore but I can't bring myself to end it all. What is wrong with me?
I really want to say "please help me" but I know that the only person capable of helping myself is me. The problem is, I don't know how to help myself. I'm so tired.
I guess I could argue that pretending to always be happy is helping me feel better about life which is partially true; II haven't been actively suicidal lately and I haven't been ideating as much. But something happened today-- not sure what, to be honest. Maybe its the fact that my room that I worked so hard to clean is getting messy again or the fact that I've begun to subconsciously self isolate--and all of the feelings I think I've been suppressing for the last few days are rushing back in as I type this.
I don't know how nobody has noticed how fake everything I do is and how little I care about myself, because I know I'm not a good actor or a good liar. I know my bluffs are painfully obvious and nobody cares that I'm spiraling. Or if they do care and they genuinely haven't noticed yet, I can't just straight up tell them.
When I told my mom that I feel suicidal half a year ago, she made the whole thing about herself and how her mental health is worse than mine because of me, and then threatened to call the cops but not in a "I'm concerned for you" way and more of a "anything to get this mess out of sight and out of mind" kind of way.
Jesus fucking christ I'm so alone. I'm just now realizing that nobody actually knows me, not even myself. Its exhausting to the point where I can't sleep anymore, if that makes sense. I'm so fed up with overthinking every stupid lie and coming up with excuses for certain actions. I'm so fed up with not being able to just exist peacefully. I don't want to exist anymore but I can't bring myself to end it all. What is wrong with me?
I really want to say "please help me" but I know that the only person capable of helping myself is me. The problem is, I don't know how to help myself. I'm so tired.