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Tell me why do we as an Living being’s longed for Life or death?… The Meaning of living and dying altogether it’s kind of like a questioning that we tried to seek. For instance all living humans, animals or etc..have a thing or two that we all relate too… We all breathe, also eat to get by the day.sometimes we all look at life and ask is it worth keep living for the moment?… I always been trying to find the answers for all my problems. Since i was a kid. Alotta emotional Feeling’s were being Planted since i was young. Im always optimistic […]
if i could survive one more night..
maybe i could wake up,
and feel
alright..
my optimistically set alarm clock time
serves only
to mock me
with
*beeping noises*
so, today I went to a support group for suicidal people…. and they talked about the effects of stress on the human body, and breath training…… I have BS in psychology and have been in therapy for over twenty years. You seriously think I don’t know how to breath? or the effects of stress? For pity sake, I was doing breath exercises when I was 12…. here I am 21 years later realizing that there’s nothing better.
so, I also got an appointment with a therapist out of the whole thing……. not optimistic. The theme today was finding hope. What fucking hope? It’s a miserable species […]
his name is censored and the lines have been recolored for safety reasons. i’m a minor. please don’t sexualize any of this. please. this is vent art that I made during the time I was being abused. everything written was taken straight from voice memos, emails, and messages.
edit: how many times do i have to reiterate that this wasn’t a relationship. leave me alone. please.
I’ve been feeling pretty dead inside, everything just been feeling so pointless. But today I actually really felt something; hate, bitter envy.
I don’t know what caused it I’ve seen it all before, but today when I saw someone with everything I ever wanted, everything more, everything I never will have. It was suffocating.
After having a breakdown and pushing those feelings away and thinking clearly again I don’t know why it bothered me so much. I’m not sure I even actually want those things anymore or if it’s just a holdover from when the old me died. Maybe even knowing I’ll never have any of it […]
And again some guy always has to ruin my way of venting and freedom of speech. Constantly bein shunned by men my whole fkn life and its like who tf asked u? I never said they could talk to me. They never think that sometimes women dont need that “tough love” bs in their life. But thanks again for thinkin i needed your 2 cents. Im done venting on here, not even gonna bother comin back. Just keep my life to myself and continue being bitter towards every1. Yall basically stab me in the back n ask why im bleeding anyways. So yea this site […]
why the hell do i exist
C’mon, man… I know we’re all here because our situations supposedly preclude any real sense of hope… But I don’t think that’s really true for all of us. For some of us, recovery is a practical impossibility. But for others here, there’s still hope, even though life is shit, to go on, and at least not allow it to become any worse. Sometimes you need to let go of shit and focus on the future if you wanna survive at all. It’s the ego that wants things to be the way they were before. The ability to change things only comes with accepting them as […]
I can’t clean the blood…
i barely can distinguish three options…
i can’t decide…
i can’t listen to this song over and over again, that reminds me of my son when he was a newborn, 18 years ago, my collicky boy, dad always had your back…
i can’t envision a future with my boy and my girl…
i can’t ask for help…
i can’t deal with this hurt…everyday is the same…i cry and miss them…i can’t do it anymore…
working from home, no one knows, not even my best friends, and i cant fool them anymore…he knows…he’s seen the scars…i can’t…
i can’t decide get what i had, and what i need, so […]
that uneasy something-is-about-to-happen feeling grabs me by the throat,
“all of them are the same. all of them are the same. trust no one.”
i can’t look adult men in the eyes. i can’t stand within arms reach of them. i can’t have a one-on-one conversation with them. i can’t ask anything of them, even if it’s something as simple as asking for directions. i can’t trust them.
it fills me with guilt. i don’t want to fear them. i can’t control it. i’m even wary of family members (not immediate).
i can’t undo the years of trauma, i can’t erase it. i was abused at an early age and […]
For the last eight years, I have been acutely aware that my health is failing, but I have been too afraid to go to the doctor. I’ve tried to live my life as normally as I could but when the symptoms pop up, I always tell myself it’s one thing or another. I know what it is but I cannot/will not tell a single soul. Everyone would judge, and I do not trust anyone at all. The sad thing is, it’s entirely treatable. I just do not have the courage to get it looked at by a professional because the weight of a diagnosis would […]
Wish everytime i took a step forward, i didnt get knocked back 3. Life has been kicking my a** for over 3 decades and i just cant seem to get it to back off and let me be happy or just let good things happen.
Even the shelter “therapist” told me today that normal people do have bad things happen to them but that I seem to get hit alot more than most normal people and that she feels bad for me. So even my downfall baffles people n stresses em out cuz they know theres no loop hole for me to escape these intense hits […]
I’m young, and some people might think that i haven’t known real pain. I’m turning 19 this year and life isn’t going good. My depression first started years ago when my parents degraded me, even calling me a moron for not doing well in my exam. I was humiliated so i started to do well in my next exams and i did well in highschool. It wasn’t enough for them, they still degraded me even when i got an above average result. I got an offer to enter a uni but i got rejected, probably i wasn’t good enough for them. I don’t have enough […]
I think I’m settling in on method. Given that no one is at all interested in preserving my body, I’m thinking about killing my liver. Yes, I’m planning to drink to death. It might take decades, but it is relatively certain.
Right now I’m at the stage where I need a drink to get through the day, meaning I should be on to full day drinking alcoholic within a few years, non functional a few years after that. The difference is that I’m not keeping it any level of secret, my doctor knows, my therapist knows, they don’t have anything better to give me. I’ll take […]
A friend texts “How are you doing today?”
And so, as I prepare to reply, it is time to lie.
‘what quality of art do you make?’
me:
there is a song that i would listen to back when i was still being abused in august. it’s your dog by Soccer Mommy. most of the time i’d just sit on the floor and sob while it played on repeat in the background. i still listen to it, it’s a great song and i love it, it’s just really difficult to listen to because of the content of the song itself and the time period i associate it with.
here are the lyrics:
I don’t wanna be your fucking dog
That you drag around
A collar on my neck tied to a pole
Leave me in […]