Me too… (((hugs)))
I know rationally that everyone is okay, everything is welcome on this Earth, but that is on the surface level. Once long ago I believed I’m flawed and it’s just in the core of my being now. I don’t know if it will change…
So am I. I’m 67 years old, and have lived most of my life filled with ideas which are truly mad. They are not evil, just so strange that nobody understands. Here’s an example. I see everybody who experiences so much as a finger stick while trying to give blood as a martyr. Out of love they have given up their bodies to be wounded, which is what the word means. I’ve written to people about this, and gotten silence in return. I can’t reach anyone, and can’t let go of my ideas. That’s how I’m broken.
You gave me three words, “I am broken”. In what way are you broken?
I no longer care about myself. I am out for the count. I have decided that I’m a waste of space. I see things not like others do. I feel not what others feel. I care not for things that others care about. I am truly broken.
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most of us are, unfortunately 🙁
sadly
How the Hell did most of us end up like this?
Why did depression pick me???
Me too… (((hugs)))
I know rationally that everyone is okay, everything is welcome on this Earth, but that is on the surface level. Once long ago I believed I’m flawed and it’s just in the core of my being now. I don’t know if it will change…
At least we are honest to ourselves
So am I. I’m 67 years old, and have lived most of my life filled with ideas which are truly mad. They are not evil, just so strange that nobody understands. Here’s an example. I see everybody who experiences so much as a finger stick while trying to give blood as a martyr. Out of love they have given up their bodies to be wounded, which is what the word means. I’ve written to people about this, and gotten silence in return. I can’t reach anyone, and can’t let go of my ideas. That’s how I’m broken.
You gave me three words, “I am broken”. In what way are you broken?
I no longer care about myself. I am out for the count. I have decided that I’m a waste of space. I see things not like others do. I feel not what others feel. I care not for things that others care about. I am truly broken.