It feels like you’re in a dirt hole, and there’s no way you can get out. When you look up, you see all these people that are happy, moving forward with their lives as you stay back and watch. You scream for help, but as you scream, the hole gets deeper and deeper making it more impossible for someone to notice you. When you finally scream loud enough to get someone’s attention, it’s usually the person that doesn’t care. They don’t want to deal with your feelings or problems. They have conflicts of their own and they don’t want you to burden them with yours. Some say it’s just a phase. Just a ‘rough patch’. Sometimes it is. Sometimes it isn’t. Sometimes it is so much more than that. This phase will either let you go or take you away. So metaphorically speaking, it feels like those people are kicking the dirt into the hole to bury you in your own suffering. It feels almost as if they are killing you themselves. After a while, you learn to stop screaming for help, you learn stop trying to help yourself. You learn to just stop and let the abyss of desolation consume you until you have nothing left of yourself.
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You described it perfectly!
f’n true
this is honestly so true