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DeathAddict
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- Jan 4, 2020
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Hey,
does anyone now the feeling of absolute dread?
I use the word dread because I don't know how to describe it otherwise.
It feels like how I would imagine it feels when you jump out of great height and start to regret it a split second before impact or like you're about to get mauled by a wild animal in its den all alone.
If you read Kafkas The Trail, you'll remember when Josef K was brought by two men to the stone quarry and got executed.
It reminds me of the same feeling that I got when I first read this scene.
I fear there is something bad about to happen to me and I don't know what, but I know I can't escape it.
Back in november I felt this feeling for the first time in my life and I was on my knees because I couldn't stand it, I went into my bathroom and just sat there in my shower in the dark.
I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep.
The days passed with me just anxiously waiting for something to happen.
Suicide seemed like the only solution that could have freed me from the feeling, but luckily I had nothing but a small dull kitchen knife at hand, which would have made a mess.
Then it went away, but the taste never left my mouth.
It made me get SSRIs and see a therapist, holy fuck.
does anyone now the feeling of absolute dread?
I use the word dread because I don't know how to describe it otherwise.
It feels like how I would imagine it feels when you jump out of great height and start to regret it a split second before impact or like you're about to get mauled by a wild animal in its den all alone.
If you read Kafkas The Trail, you'll remember when Josef K was brought by two men to the stone quarry and got executed.
It reminds me of the same feeling that I got when I first read this scene.
I fear there is something bad about to happen to me and I don't know what, but I know I can't escape it.
Back in november I felt this feeling for the first time in my life and I was on my knees because I couldn't stand it, I went into my bathroom and just sat there in my shower in the dark.
I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep.
The days passed with me just anxiously waiting for something to happen.
Suicide seemed like the only solution that could have freed me from the feeling, but luckily I had nothing but a small dull kitchen knife at hand, which would have made a mess.
Then it went away, but the taste never left my mouth.
It made me get SSRIs and see a therapist, holy fuck.