I told a group of friends about my attempt which I totally regretted and want to move forward from. Â I told a few people and everything was okay. Â I made the mistake of telling more people that I respect and go to for advice… but they don’t know me as well. Â Anyways, I now feel like a leper. Â I can tell that certain people don’t want me around their families any more and that they are uncomfortable when they are around me. Â How are you supposed to move forward if opening up has so many negative consequences?
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I have to go back to work today after two weeks off’ and I’m so terrified to go. Everybody is going to look at me with those questioning eyes, smile their fake smiles, talk their small talk, ask how I’m feeling…
What do you say to them?
Thanks for asking!
“I’ve been off for two weeks because I can’t handle life. And when I get to this point I like to hurt myself, so I needed this time to recuperate from the demon emotions that overtake who I may or may not be, oh and I binged this weekend like a fat kid in a candy store only […]
I have no real complaints, I have a job, no mortgage, no dog, no loans no-one depending on me. I have low self esteem and little or no self worth, I am a perfectly functioning person so long as I don’t have to talk to anyone. On those glorious days when I can go about my business with not an utterance falling out my mouth, not a single bit of eye-contact. I thrive. I live in a city though. Where it is extremely difficult to avoid everyone.
When interaction, is unavoidable, I regress into my shell arms legs and head in short, turtle like. I become a […]
I cant shake these dark thoughts, suicide seems so appealing. I’ve been exposed to an incurable Virus, I’ve been getting help, finding support from others that are living with it, but i cant help but feel disgusting, like a leper. I feel dangerous, someone people should stay away from. I don’t want to have “The Talk” with anyone, I want to have a clear conscience. I don’t want the stress of giving my “gift” to someone else, I cant live with that. I cant live like this. I cant deal with the pain, the discomfort. I’m uncomfortable in my own skin, I only have ONE body, […]
Who is this quiet girl?
The one with the scars
What makes her so deplorable?
Why is she so marred?
Why don’t you ask her?
“What is your life story?â€
Are you afraid to stir
A pot already overflowing?
Do you know sometimes
That’s all she needs?
A kind caring stranger
To let her feel seen
But you stay away
You never seem to think
About her or the fray
She keeps underneath
Why do you ignore
Her transparent mask?
Can you not see
She wants you to ask?
But you are repulsed
With no obvious cause
Why are you appalled
By someone so small?
Is it this aura of death […]