i’m just curious as to how one deals with it? how does one live with oneself? maybe circumstances are different for you, but for me, I just can’t get beyond the pain, the torment. and life has not gotten better for me, only worse and worse.
1. Cry. Mourn. Blame shift. Accuse. Wallow.
2. Grow up and cry, mourn, accept one’s human imperfections, acknowledge that if you realized how f/d up life would be you’d probably not have done it.
3. Realize that obsessing over what is not doesn’t bring you closer to living, it only prevents you further.
4. Take your eyes off it. Shrug your shoulders. Have a walk around.
5. Realize there is a whole world of beauty and of hurt
6. Decide to help someone else since you can’t help yourself
7. Redefine your reason for living
8. Meditate, self-medicate, eliminate negativity, tell yourself nice things
9. Explore other things that interest you
10. Don’t set up an altar to the past; if you’d already done so, make no sacrifices, offer no prayers there.
11. Keep moving
12. Recognize that everything is in a state of flux. Permanence is an illusion. Embrace that change is inevitable even if you cannot embrace the change itself at the moment.
I am STRUGGLING with an answer to this question.
I had a thought earlier this week, that thought being ” I am dead, but my body isnt.”
Back to your question: Have I ruined my life?
I can’t say yes or no, but my actions and fears and attitudes have brought me to today, and today I feel like my soul/spirit is dead and gone, while my body is still going through the motions.
Much of what has transpired is beyond repair. I live with myself ONLY by focusing on that which is good, and that’s a small list, probably with very little meaning to anyone but me.
“Its the little things in life that count”, is the saying, I think.
I can only keep going by focusing on them, because everything I wanted to do and be is just kind of gone. I have a few things in my life worth living for. When they aren’t here anymore, I think I’ll take my body and go rejoin my soul.
1) Yes.
2) Yes.
3a) Convince myself things are repairable.
3b) Convince myself unrepairable things are minor things.
3c) Stopping thinking about it so much.
3d) Medicate with sex, drugs, and alcohol.
3e) Accept it and move on.
Eternal How does one live with oneself ? They live in philosophical books and ideas that revalidate their existences in a world where they don’t belong. Living quiet in your own skin is what we have managed to do for long it is the residue of all the events imprinted in the mind and the strong unwillingness to let them go away from the bottom of the mind to make place for something livable. Eternal if you can just pay attention to me … I feel we do not ruin our lives we are kept here and the earth will provide us resources until our last breaths it’s the earth that’s our friend not the people on it.
The one who does not care have the most power.
You would not believe how people ruin their lives just like others can’t see how deeply hurt we are from the first glance or several glances the same way.. we cannot see how hurt others are so many of them have ruined their lives to the point of no return yet they continue to exist because there’s some strengths still left in them. From the beginning of civilization there was nothing as winning ruining losing I like to think that humans have ruined things for themselves and their race by introducing us to pain and suffering and the glorification of it. We have lost the art of living peacefully inside ourself and within the community. Lets not think about the big mighty world, give yourself a time separate from you and ONLY think and feel without the disturbance of anyone else’s thoughts.
Know that there’s always a calm in us. That no one can taint.
I live with it by pushing the reality of the situation to the back of my mind. I seem to do it automatically, refusing to look it in the eye. But every so often I’ll be confronted with it again which pushes me back into deep depression. What a horrible way to exist.
Every good thing you do is always there, too. They add up, too. Nothing is right after we leave our mother’s womb. Nothing is particularity wrong, either. We grow, we peak, and we slide into nothingness. Everyone is worm food no matter how piss poor or spectacular their lives were.
I say you should live for the day, but temper yourself and care for yourself so you can live for the day tomorrow.
For several hundred years scholars, theologians, and healers have written about the crushing weight of existence. There is wisdom there. There are life plans, modes of thought, causes to abandon yourself in, drugs to try, flags to chase, and other manifold solutions. You just have to keep trying things, alone and in combination, that move you towards a sense of inner peace.
In the meantime you have to survive. You’ve got to learn the basics of taking care of yourself and stick with them. You’ve got to learn to stop giving yourself shit. Aspire to accept the fact that you are a flawed average human being. You are no better or worse than most all people despite what the demons whisper in your head. Yes, you haven’t discovered the cure for cancer. On the other hand you didn’t exterminate a whole tribe of people in the Sudan.
You will fail. You will fail because of fear or anger or bad luck. You will succeed. You will succeed because of hope or love or good luck. Welcome to the monkey house. It generally sucks here, but the relationships we build make it passable.
This isn’t easy. This isn’t simple. It takes clarity and energy, which is one of the first things depression robs you of. So you do what you can do when you can do it. Not being able to do anything on any particular day doesn’t make you a horrible person. It just is.
Yes.
And the way I found to deal with it is to tell myself: I can end this sh*tty life any time I want. It just doesn’t have to be today.
But I’ve accepted suicide as my fate; it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t rather live or try to live; I just don’t feel I have to live with the pain. I make the choice each day to live. I find some reason. If that reason isn’t there: no problem. Good bye.
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Why, yes.
care to elaborate?
i’m just curious as to how one deals with it? how does one live with oneself? maybe circumstances are different for you, but for me, I just can’t get beyond the pain, the torment. and life has not gotten better for me, only worse and worse.
1. Cry. Mourn. Blame shift. Accuse. Wallow.
2. Grow up and cry, mourn, accept one’s human imperfections, acknowledge that if you realized how f/d up life would be you’d probably not have done it.
3. Realize that obsessing over what is not doesn’t bring you closer to living, it only prevents you further.
4. Take your eyes off it. Shrug your shoulders. Have a walk around.
5. Realize there is a whole world of beauty and of hurt
6. Decide to help someone else since you can’t help yourself
7. Redefine your reason for living
8. Meditate, self-medicate, eliminate negativity, tell yourself nice things
9. Explore other things that interest you
10. Don’t set up an altar to the past; if you’d already done so, make no sacrifices, offer no prayers there.
11. Keep moving
12. Recognize that everything is in a state of flux. Permanence is an illusion. Embrace that change is inevitable even if you cannot embrace the change itself at the moment.
I am STRUGGLING with an answer to this question.
I had a thought earlier this week, that thought being ” I am dead, but my body isnt.”
Back to your question: Have I ruined my life?
I can’t say yes or no, but my actions and fears and attitudes have brought me to today, and today I feel like my soul/spirit is dead and gone, while my body is still going through the motions.
Much of what has transpired is beyond repair. I live with myself ONLY by focusing on that which is good, and that’s a small list, probably with very little meaning to anyone but me.
“Its the little things in life that count”, is the saying, I think.
I can only keep going by focusing on them, because everything I wanted to do and be is just kind of gone. I have a few things in my life worth living for. When they aren’t here anymore, I think I’ll take my body and go rejoin my soul.
1) Yes.
2) Yes.
3a) Convince myself things are repairable.
3b) Convince myself unrepairable things are minor things.
3c) Stopping thinking about it so much.
3d) Medicate with sex, drugs, and alcohol.
3e) Accept it and move on.
^ This
Eternal How does one live with oneself ? They live in philosophical books and ideas that revalidate their existences in a world where they don’t belong. Living quiet in your own skin is what we have managed to do for long it is the residue of all the events imprinted in the mind and the strong unwillingness to let them go away from the bottom of the mind to make place for something livable. Eternal if you can just pay attention to me … I feel we do not ruin our lives we are kept here and the earth will provide us resources until our last breaths it’s the earth that’s our friend not the people on it.
The one who does not care have the most power.
You would not believe how people ruin their lives just like others can’t see how deeply hurt we are from the first glance or several glances the same way.. we cannot see how hurt others are so many of them have ruined their lives to the point of no return yet they continue to exist because there’s some strengths still left in them. From the beginning of civilization there was nothing as winning ruining losing I like to think that humans have ruined things for themselves and their race by introducing us to pain and suffering and the glorification of it. We have lost the art of living peacefully inside ourself and within the community. Lets not think about the big mighty world, give yourself a time separate from you and ONLY think and feel without the disturbance of anyone else’s thoughts.
Know that there’s always a calm in us. That no one can taint.
Yup. I struggle to live with myself. Distraction, addiction, & compulsion are what keep me going. Anything to avoid confronting the truth.
I live with it by pushing the reality of the situation to the back of my mind. I seem to do it automatically, refusing to look it in the eye. But every so often I’ll be confronted with it again which pushes me back into deep depression. What a horrible way to exist.
How can you forget? Its always there, and every mistake adds up, until there are too many and it’ll never be right again.
Every good thing you do is always there, too. They add up, too. Nothing is right after we leave our mother’s womb. Nothing is particularity wrong, either. We grow, we peak, and we slide into nothingness. Everyone is worm food no matter how piss poor or spectacular their lives were.
I say you should live for the day, but temper yourself and care for yourself so you can live for the day tomorrow.
For several hundred years scholars, theologians, and healers have written about the crushing weight of existence. There is wisdom there. There are life plans, modes of thought, causes to abandon yourself in, drugs to try, flags to chase, and other manifold solutions. You just have to keep trying things, alone and in combination, that move you towards a sense of inner peace.
In the meantime you have to survive. You’ve got to learn the basics of taking care of yourself and stick with them. You’ve got to learn to stop giving yourself shit. Aspire to accept the fact that you are a flawed average human being. You are no better or worse than most all people despite what the demons whisper in your head. Yes, you haven’t discovered the cure for cancer. On the other hand you didn’t exterminate a whole tribe of people in the Sudan.
You will fail. You will fail because of fear or anger or bad luck. You will succeed. You will succeed because of hope or love or good luck. Welcome to the monkey house. It generally sucks here, but the relationships we build make it passable.
This isn’t easy. This isn’t simple. It takes clarity and energy, which is one of the first things depression robs you of. So you do what you can do when you can do it. Not being able to do anything on any particular day doesn’t make you a horrible person. It just is.
well, I basically have no relationship with my father (biological, and adoptive) so I just basically like to rebel and fuck around with guys.
that’s no repairable
Yes.
And the way I found to deal with it is to tell myself: I can end this sh*tty life any time I want. It just doesn’t have to be today.
But I’ve accepted suicide as my fate; it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t rather live or try to live; I just don’t feel I have to live with the pain. I make the choice each day to live. I find some reason. If that reason isn’t there: no problem. Good bye.