I have a theory that nothing ever gets better, you just keep trying to tell yourself that you don’t have the time to kill yourself right now, there’s too much that your have to do before you go. Such as go to work, pay bills, be and adult; and pretty soon it’s at the back of your mind, and of course your still pretty sad but your too busy adulting that you don’t have time to realize it. and you keep telling yourself that your okay….until your not…and that’s when all the lies hot you the hardest and you think your too old for this, you shouldn’t still be going through this at this age…..but you are and it sucks 🙁
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Yeah, you are very much right. The problems, until you solve them somehow, will keep snowballing or sleeping inside. You cannot escape that even if you think. But you have still possibility to make it somehow better or solve it for good. Most mental illnesses are somehow treatable and personality disorders are getting better with age and psychotherapy. So shit is real, but hopefully there could be a way.
problems never go away, like anything else you neglect them and they get worse, human beings were not born with the intention of sitting back being fed grapes while being fanned by palm leafs, we were born to struggle, and to survive, and maybe get some kind of treat once in a while.
I agree with metalwarrior665 and rocketman. Problems rarely, if at all, go away by themselves. We have to solve them ourselves, and if you’re lucky, with some help from others. Also, it’s always possible to rip away the adulting, and see what’s left. Luckily in this world we always have a choice in how we react to our circumstances. Be it shitty or pleasant circumstances.
Well the main one that was put on the back burner was my epilepsy! I hate taking my meds because they mess with my stm(short term memory) and my doctor said “that’s just a price that you have to pay for in exchange not having anymore seizures. Well that’s shitty because they affect me, my work, and my social life…so that one is enexcapable.
And then my night terrors, I feel like I’m too old to still be jumping up out of my sleep, and then being too afraid of going back to sleep.
And trust me I have a team of help! My mom, my therapist, my best friend, my girlfriend. But they all seem to expect me to click my heals and it will all get better!
Idk, I know that life comes with struggles but of o told you ALL of mine you would see why I stick to my theory. NOTHING GETS BETTER, you just Learn to hide it well, so we’ll that you almost believe your own lies.
Oh by the way I’m a pharmacy tech, so imagine me trying to inform the pharmacist of something and I can’t, because o forgot! And it happens EVERYTIME, not just once or twice…or customers getting upset because you have to keep asking them the same thing over and over because you can’t remember even though they’ve told you just two seconds ago!
Sorry i didn’t know what you were going through, hopefully it will get better, i’m taking meds for another reason they mess with me too, life isn’t fair that’s the one thing we can count on.
Rocketman, your post from yesterday is gone? Did the Admins take it down or did you delete it yourself?
I Took it down, my efforts to make people smile back fired, nobody wants to smile anymore, this is a suicide site, i guess we just want to die, were going to die anyways so why try.
No, we like your stories, rocketman. Maybe it was just the subject matter of that one particularly, perhaps you might think of writing about the SP members together on a sort of non-suicide related adventure. Something where they don’t talk about dying soon, but just have fun, be silly, and forget about death for a bit? To balance out the scales, you know.
(I personally think there’s nothing wrong with going off-topic sometimes.)
Your writings do make me smile though. 🙂
I Took it down, my efforts to make people smile back fired, nobody wants to smile anymore, this is a SP, i guess we just want to die, were going to die anyways so why try.
Drat, I was just getting used to being a cheerleader.
Now I’ll have to sell my pompoms on eBay.
My favorite part was when we landed on the marshmallow soft stuff…
The announcers said “Wow, they really know what they’re doing!”
And I said “Dammit, we’re still alive! We have no idea what we’re doing!”
Rocketman, your stories are great. Sorry I didn’t say so yesterday. Please keep writing them.
‘Better’ is in the minds eye.