This penguin was a loner, didn’t “hang out” with the other Penguins, and kept walking toward the mountains where it would lead to certain death. Wish the guys had followed the Penguin to the end to see what it did, and why it wanted to walk towards the mountains.
I’m just venting to get something petty off my chest.
Not a long ago, in a discord chat I’m in, a guy posted a hypothetical: If someone had a knife to their own throat and was threatening suicide, would you attempt to physically intervene? This upset an irl friend of mine (who is also in the discord) who had a family member die by suicide. The OP apologized, explaining that he didn’t intend any harm, and took the post down. But after that, she kept on beating him over the head with it. She just would not let it go. I understand why she’d be upset, […]
okay. MAYBE I’m catastrophizing. I always feel the need to contextualize that I’m or at least I was a very sick puppy, which means my feelings and perspectives might just be wrong. Yeah. I’m sort of doing better.
Anyway, so me and the state I live in, SPECIFICALLY the people that run it and control it are at opposite ends. I’m a long haired commie liberal who doesn’t have a problem with brown people, and they hate everything about that. Am I being too harsh? Oh, more importantly, I’m pro labor, they are pro business. That gap is the one that we can’t get over.
I mean, […]
Independent Penguin buys his own fish
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The Smartest Penguin in the World Goes Shopping for Fish!!
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hi. i’m i_f33l_s0_l0st, but you can call me jinx if you like. or just j. i use they/them pronouns, i suppose. i’m afab non-binary and queer. i don’t really know why any of this matters, but it does, i guess.
here’s a fun little list of my mental issues in alphabetical order for your convenience:
attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD)
autism spectrum disorder
body dysmorphia
depression
eating disorder not otherwise specified (EDNOS)
gender dysphoria
generalized anxiety disorder (GAD)
intrusive thoughts
obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD)
self harm tendencies (SH)
social anxiety
suicidal ideation
wasn’t that so fun? just positively thrilling?
anyways feel free to vent in the comments i love hearing about other peoples’ trauma as opposed to mine (:
I’ve been thinking about the ways my addictive/compulsive behaviours increase my suffering, and some stuff from a video on addiction struck a chord with me. That one of the largest risk factors with addiction is a sense of meaningless in life, a lack of purpose. And I’ve felt that pretty much my entire adult life.
The idea is basically that you need something meaningful to help you deal with negative experiences, to make them seem tolerable. Otherwise you suffer far more than you would from just the experience alone, leaving you more likely to turn to addiction to “fill the gap”. An example of this for […]
Apparently not Americans lol
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Canadians- yep
Germans- yep
Dutch- yep
Americans- NO, NEIN, NYET, HELL NO!
Do you think it would soften the blow leaving my mom all the money ive saved over the years, tens of thousands. After i do it i mean.
i cant wait til shes gone
I am a mess in my own head. A Judas in my mind, I suppose.
I loved wrestling as a kid, mainly WWE. Got into TNA (Imapct Wrestling) as a teen, and eventually wound up back into WWE. It’s how I made friends, it’s a big part of my life.
Now, as good as it’s been overall with AEW now being in the mix (even though AEW has fallen off a bit now in my opinion), I haven’t been watching it for 7 months now. I follow it to a degree, sure, and I’ll always have the memories of a lot of it, but I don’t really […]
How many of you feel trapped in your current life?
I should be a mom. They should be here. I would go through the pain I went through a million times over if it meant just one of them would be here with me today.
My babies,
I think about all four of you. I wonder what you would’ve been like. I wonder what you would look like. I miss you so much it almost feels like I held you in my arms. I’m so sorry my body wasn’t strong enough. I’m so incredibly sorry that I couldn’t carry you all the way. You were so, so very wanted. The […]
Sometimes I think that I’m better off by myself. I keep thinking about all the times I’ve tried and failed to just talk to people. The times I tried to join in on a conversation, but no one heard me (or maybe they were ignoring me…). I don’t feel like I have the ability to connect with people. I actually used to have friends, but neither of them talk to me anymore.
I do enjoy being by myself sometimes. And I guess there are some benefits to being by myself. I read an article the other day in my English class. It was about the benefits […]
to win 1K a week for life? That’s $52K.
Wouldn’t “solve” our depression but it sure would help a lot!
I wouldn’t have to worry about rent, or living in a shitty place just bc it’s cheap.
I could live in a NICE apt in a NICE city in a NICE neighborhood, where it’s safe and nice to walk around.
Hell, I’d prolly go to Hawaii, or travel the world.
That isn’t a “ton” of money but that is enough, and that is security. To know you’d always have said amount, which means you’ll always have a decent place to live and always have […]
I thought this period of my life was over. It’s been 2 years since I self-harmed last and more than a year since I actually wanted to kill myself. Things are going good for me. I just can’t seem to get it right, this living thing. I rot, and rot, and rot.
I didn’t have any sharp enough clades in the house. I had finally gotten rid of my backup razor blade. I really thought
I didn’t even break much skin. The blade it too dull. I want to scream.
I almost said to my best friend as she was walking […]
Was by watching/ reading specialized shit, shit far removed from the mainstream, you depart from the mainstream in this world and you go under. I remember building up a collection of non mainstream movies, oh how I wish that collection was in front of me right now, I sold said collection in furtherance of the purchase of drugs, but if that collection was in front of me I would take a sledgehammer to it. I got back into watching mainstream shit such as premier league soccer and noticed an improvement in myself. Food for tbought, perhaps once in a blue moon you can indulge in […]
I could list all the things I did wrong today or all of the things that went wrong on their own, but it wouldn’t matter. It wouldn’t help. Lately, I’ve been trying to convince myself that I have a purpose. Or at least that I would be missed by someone. The truth is, though, I’ve done such a fantastic job of isolating myself that I’m not sure anybody would even notice let alone care. There’s nobody to blame but myself. I used to believe that I had a shot at building a happy or at least somewhat comfortable life, but that just isn’t true. I’m […]
I’m sitting here on Day2 of my Period and I’m gushing out like a geyser -_-
UGH
All battles can be conquered however it seems depression is a never ending battle. Like there’s no end to restless nights, self haterd, low energy and so on… The battles could be endless. However many people believe we should just put on a smile and everything will fade away and everything will be cured, or take happy pills and everything is fine. I don’t think many people actually understand depression even those who go through it. I think we all suffer in separate ways, however someone just being there for us all to be a whole is something we don’t appreciate till late… Anyway rant […]
I have no true satisfaction or passion in life. I work, I go home, and that’s about it. No friends.
Why I work so hard knowing I’m basically someone else’s slave I’ll never know. I spend too much of my life doing things I don’t actually want to do.
I’m grateful for what I have, but I do not have joy. I do not have satisfaction. And I feel rather dull and Grey.
And I often wonder what the point of it all is. Why do I continue anyway?
My regrets, longing, & cravings wait for me at the end of each day, to remind me that everything is wrong, and sleep is for those with a clean conscience. I’ve ruined my life, over and over again, far past the point of recovery. So far beyond the bounds of morality that normalcy is alien to me. Nothing will ever be ok, ever again. How could it be, when I’ve done these things, and still think about these things.
And I’m not killing myself because I’m afraid. And the only way that fear will ever be overcome is if things get so bad that I fear […]