-Some ppl do not post- which is fine- I lurk at many other sites- but SP feels so dead- feels like so few ppl post or comment. I would really love for ppl to comment more.
-Also, when ppl do post, sometimes it’s so long it’s hard to follow or read it all or understand the BIG picture (I’m guilty of that too). It seems ppl only read/understand from post to post and not the MAIN issue someone has.
In a few sentences, what is your main issue?
Why are you depressed?
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This is why I try to keep it short and simple. Reading long and drawn out, retrospectives on societal shortcomings can grow a little redundant. Plus, long drawn out, memoirs are also kind of difficult to follow through dozens and dozens of posts where they are not the originators of the post. In essence it isn’t worth keeping track of. Not really. You grab the important bits, and you keep on moving.
story as old as civilization, as long as it’s been producing ambitious men, it’s been producing men like me, ones that miss the mark. There’s a fair amount of luck to do with success, and I don’t have it.
So living in that shadow has bothered me my whole life. It’s never enough, what I achieve, and I achieve more than most people I meet. Just not the people I grew up with.
My story is very much saved on SP. Some years ago I felt like writing it in detail and wrote first part whose title was ‘The birth of tragedy’. But then didn’t write further. Now I don’t feel like writing because I don’t feel it that important but back then I was very attached to my history so writing even one part was a liberating experience, like I’ve saved my soul somewhere and no longer fear it losing.
Things repeating themselves when they ought not to, stagnancy within yourself when there is far more which is new in comparison to that which is old, years worth of absolutely important, necessitated and crucial things to do already that you uncover in the past few months, which you could finish in even less the time, but for some reason there’s no sense in your head and you act/talk about the same, old and already wrought dry problems like it’s early 2022 when it’s late 2024 and things have basically done dozens of 180s in the past two years.
It’s like there’s no sense in me in that case, and I’d have to agree, I’m severely lacking in it. Sense, of course, has, regardless of the circumstances been a solidified benchmark, so it grows easier to gain sense while the amount of sense you need to gain always kind of remains at about the same. That is what makes it even more inexcusable, yes, it is.
i’m guilty of making posts bit too long (this will also be?), i don’t think i have the language to keep it concise. i have lots of little issues that i mostly walked straight into, and don’t have the basic skills to overcome them. it’s not an excuse to be depressed.
i’m struggling to work around my mental disability. there is intense shame i’ve felt since i learned to walk. i hate the image i project to people, hate looking in the mirror and seeing myself partly because of my features but mostly because i’m frustrated that i have to communicate with my face and tone, i basically can’t accept the body i’ve been given. estranged from extended family, didn’t have good friends, bullied. immigrating as an already fragile child stunted my social skills. so in summary, it’s just loneliness