It’s been a hard day..  Trying to mediate between loved ones that are fighting.. Dragging me through their arguments, trying to get me to support them when all I want to do is hide in my cupboard and cry.. I’ve just taken 10 of my seroquels.. Hopefully I’ll be able to sleep soon.. I don’t understand how no one can see the false smile I wear day in, day out.. I’m sat staring at my knife.. I’ve had it for years and it always brings me comfort but then I know that I have lost the fight.. I think the longer I put it off the more I hurt which makes me feel better because I know I could stop it but I won’t.. While I have the control it’s not so bad.. I just know how close I am.. I tried speaking to a medical professional today… When I explained how I was feeling they said it definitely wasn’t normal but if I’m not normal what’s wrong?.. They give me so many labels but no answers.. I need answers… Sleep will put it off for another day..
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I like sleeping too. Don’t do it a lot, but it is heartwarming. You can feel the calm of the nothing. I’ve read what you wrote about yourself. Maybe I understand what you feel, maybe I can help. But I can’t give answers, because I don’t have answers for myself. Somethings just have no answer. Sometimes we’re weird because is our nature. We need to fight and make that weirdness something good.
I love sleep.. It’s evasive but my favourite thing to do.. Nothing matters when you’re asleep.. I know I will never really get answers but I just wish I could.. Do you find even if you can’t help yourself you can help others?.. I’m that person.. Just seems easier to make sense of things for others.. Strangeness.. My friends love my weirdness.. I think it’s my biggest downfall..
Sadly,
I know all to well how you’re feeling. It’s because I too, have been feeling this way.
It’s not so much that I want to die, because life is or at least can be beautiful and amazing. If you have someone to share it with. I’m 30 years old and I’m still single and as lonely as I was when I was as a teenager. I’ve had love come and go during my life. All my friends and family are married, and content. I try to find happiness despite feeling a deep sense of loneliness and despair. Yet, it’s as if no one can sense it. I do put on a fake smile, and go through life with this ”mask” on. However I also tend to show my emotions despite trying my best not to be transparent.
I attempted to end my life, aprox. a year ago. I stood on the train tracks, suicide note left in my car nearby. Waiting for my demise. And I don’t know if this was a sign or just bad luck, the train that came around the bend wasn’t moving at it’s normal operating speed. It was slower than usual. (I’ve sat and watched it) I still stood on the tracks, waiting. Longing for all the emotions of loneliness, heart ache, and despair to die on the tracks before me. Along with the body I had grown weary of. Needless to say, I didn’t die on the tracks that night. Although a part of me did. I’ve since quit caring what happens to me. I slowly stopped eating hardly. Lost 10+ lbs. And for a guy who was skinny to start out with(145lbs and 5-9”), that should have raised some flags. My family and friends just think I look taller. They think nothing of it.
I struggle with several personality type disorders. Just to much to really dive into here. Anxiety etc. I’ve pretty much pushed away anyone who has ever cared or loved me. It’s not because I want to, it’s just how I keep from getting to close to people. I don’t even think about it, it’s just the way I’ve handled dealing with emotions and everything I’ve been through. I’ve started this really stupid ritual. I pick a date in the near future, and say ”If things aren’t better by this date, this is it” And so far I’ve passed by about 3 days over say a year and a half time frame. And each day I either find a reason I can’t go through with it, or I feel I’m not ”prepared” enough yet.
And the day I have picked right now, which holds strong ties to an event that changed my life forever, is coming up soon. And I think this will be it. No more bullshitting. Things are only going to get harder. Lonelier. And everyday that goes by that I don’t, I die more inside. I’m nothing more than a walking corpse. What life was once in me, is gone. Could it be restored, sure. Will it, very unlikely. The very thing I long for, I will never have. Absolute love.
I’d trade any and everything I have, for one minute with the person who can show me genuine absolute pure love.
Maybe you can live without love, and I can respect that. I on the other hand can not. And choose not to.
As a child I didn’t really understand love because of things that happened to me.. Now I understand the feeling I get for my family and for friends but I have never needed someone to love me in the way you obviously crave.. I used to try to be like that but I gave up because I’m a hard person to love.. The one thing I learnt is how can you expect other people to love you the way you want them too if you don’t love yourself and as annoying as that sounds it is true.. I used to starve myself, hurt myself and was always unhappy.. When I stopped looking for love and concentrated on myself it found me and because I hadn’t looked for it it was even more special.. I have gone back to being a heartless, cold person because no matter how much I’m loved by someone it doesn’t stop me feeling lonely..
I hate sleep it’s just fast-forwarding to another day to me. I understand the escapism though, in that sense, it’s beautiful. In my experience, people won’t give a damn about you, if they’re paid to give you pills then they will, money is an awfully strong incentive.