I just had a breakdown. Â I started breaking things and throwing them all over the place. Â I had no control and this hasn’t happened for a long time. Â I feel claustrophobic, I feel as if there isn’t enough room to breathe no matter where I go. Â I have no motivation for anything, I don’t want anything. Â I want to give/throw away everything I own and just be bare. Â I wish I wasn’t such a coward and could find the perfect opportunity to end it. Â I have been scarred growing up and my defense mechanism was to lock away my emotions and never let anyone in. Â I’m alone now. Â I’m hurt and I won’t let the wound heal. Â I need help, I know I do, at the very least I need someone to talk to. Â Short of paying someone, no one wants to listen. Â If I pay someone, I feel as if they don’t care about me, they care about getting paid. Â I am not religious anymore. Â I don’t know what to believe. Â It would be so nice to have people to talk to but still be able to remain anonymous. Â I wish I could find a group like that but I haven’t had any luck. Â Thank you for reading.
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A breakdown is a warning call saying your emotions are tierd of being surpressed and need to be let out. Try to calm down, impulsive actions usually just end up making things worse and turning into regret later. If you’re feelings are so volitile that you need to explode then you should talk to someone immediately. What’s wrong?
Se exactamente como se siente. trastorno de panico no se debe tomar a la ligera
@NDF se que no se debe tomar a la ligera pero mi mente esta tan jodida que ni me importa.
@Scar504 That’s just it, nothing is wrong. My life is on track, I work a regular job, I have a car, I have food, I have a house. But it isn’t better. I had a screwed up life growing up and I have been alienated my whole life by my family and friends. I’ve gotten so used to it that I can’t form any relationships with anyone. I keep digging myself into holes and punishing myself afterward for doing so. I have tried talking to my family but we never really had a connection to begin with and they are too scared to do anything about it because that would acknowledge that I’m serious about it. The only people I have that I can call “friends” are my co-workers and they are all selfish users. They joke about people that kill themselves and have no emotions. Most people in the city I live in are like that. I feel helpless.
tambien traigo la vida chingada compa, pero asi es. somos hombres fuertes. con un mente que tambien es tan fuerte, por eso somos los mas cabrones guey!
esta*
vives en califas?
If nothing were wrong then these feelings wouldn’t be there. Just because you have all those things and aren’t starving on the side of the road doesn’t mean that everything is okay with your heart and mind. I think you should talk about your childhood, maybe what happened then is what preventing you from functioning now.
You need to fill up those holes after you climb out so that you don’t fall back into them. If you can’t talk to your family you could try talking to a therapist, or us here on SP like you are right now 😛
@NDF naci en los angeles pero ahora vivo en el estado de washington. Pinches racistas no paran de joder. Nunca termina la lluvia ni el frio. Se que somos fuertes, es la unica razon que sigo con vida, por terco y duro de cabeza. Pero no cambia lo que siento, un vacio que tiene una profundidad incomprensible. Disculpa mi español, soy medio menso.
COME BACK!!!! te sales, Washington? Gabacholandia? ssssss. racism? eres mexicano? o “voz” es del sur de mexico?
@NDF Si, soy mexicano. Chale, ya quisiera. Estoy comprometido en el ejercito por 7 meses mas. Quiza despues pero no se que voy hacer.
@Scar504 My father was paralyzed when I was 11 years old. We were poor to begin with and had no money to take care of him. My mother was weak willed and was already on the verge of divorcing him before it happened. She couldn’t handle it and I saw the look on her face whenever she had to bathe him or change his “diaper.” My father was a mason worker, very strong man and very much a manly man. Women would swoon over him and I really admired him. He was not a good father, though, he didn’t like being tied down. He wasn’t the worst father but he never liked to show us emotion. Because of that, we always tried to compete for his affection. I hated my family, we were always at each other’s throats. It only got worse as the years went by. After his accident, there was even more dissension. I tried to help my mother by offering to help her with taking care of my dad. She was glad to take a break and I took over as my father’s primary caretaker. I was only 11 years old but here I was, feeding, clothing, bathing a grown man. Quadriplegics have to undergo a “bowel program” which is a fancy way of saying taking a shit. Their bodies don’t do it on their own so you have to induce it. Rather, I had to induce it. It was very traumatic and over time this situation forced us to move around a lot and it forced me to shut down and mature a lot earlier. After a year, my father won a settlement from the accident and my grandmother took him away from us along with his money. Having lived poor and shitty for so long, our one chance to make things right was taken away. He left, we continued being poor and hating each other, I became a loner at school. I’m a loner now. Part of me likes it but I don’t like what it comes with. The loneliness, the sadness, the emptiness. That’s the gist of my story, I left out some grimy details that I can’t even confess to myself let alone the world. Sorry.
no te preocupes primo. vas a buscar tu camino. necesitas paciencia.
Yeah, it sounds like you had to become rock hard from the get go to deal with your situation. Maybe that’s why you’ve locked up your emotions inside and can’t let anyone in. If things are better now then it should be okay to soften up right? If you want to talk to people who aren’t getting paid maybe you could try group therapy or something.
@NDF me han dicho eso por años. Tuviera pacienca si tuviera algo al final del camino pero no veo nada. Antes era religioso y tenia una creencia pero ahora no tengo nada, ne se que creer. Para que vivir si lo que tengo no me importa y lo que quiero no puedo obtener?
las leyes de dios no me valen madre guey. no hagas caso a los pendejo culeros que no mas cagan el palo y te la passa. no. la vida es tuyo. has le que trabaje para ti!
que te motiva a ti? Que motivacion tienes para levantarte dia tras dia? Y no digo de que necesitas trabajar por tu dinero del dia, digo al fin de todo, que razon tienes si no es una supernatural? Si solo somos pedazos de carne, que importa si vivo o no? Si tuviera una respuesta esto seria mas facil pero no la encuentro.
@Scar504 I thought about group therapy, but that’s just a temporary fix I think. Just like now, I feel better letting this off my chest to someone but I’ll be back. I’m strong enough to go out and keep struggling again. I feel as if I’m scaling a wall for no reason and the higher I climb, the more I want to let go because I feel that once I get to the top there will be nothing there. So sometimes I do let go and I wind up here.
yo vivo a ayudar. estoy enfermo (hÃgado, rinones, colon, esofago) y sÃ, es difÃcil y doloroso … Pero se lo que se siente a estar en dolor, incluso si es en la mente. asi que me queda el tiempo suficiente que puedo hacer una diferencia. veo a mis hermanos y hermanas hambrientos, sin zapatos … este es mi razón. y tambien trago compas que y si me voy, la hacen dano a mi familia. ellos me necesitan tambien.
Razones fuertes para vivir. Mi familia no desean hablar conmigo, siempro soy yo el que estoy hablando con ellos. Nunca eramos cercanos que digamos. En verdad, no tengo a nadie. Me da tristeza saber que hay gente que sufren sin razon, entiendo tu odio hacia Dios. En verdad, no tiene sentido que exista tanto dolor. Pero para uno que era cazi fanatico, es mi mundo destruido y no veo razon para seguir.
Thanks to both of you for listening. Sleep has won me over.
Gracias por escucharme. Me gano el sueño.
haha i never said we got along payaso. they basically disowned me for my line of work, my fiance just moved out. its hard. but we gotta be strong brother. we gotta be strong. my reason to live is that all my compas en el sielo are looking down at me saying “dont fuck it up you know you are smart and can help people”