
nobeertonight
Member
- Mar 30, 2025
- 36
Even is the times that I could get up and be like a normal person the things I've gone through, the years of loneliness, the mental anguish and so on still hunger for meaning. It's a weird sense of injustice seeing others achieve the same things that I achieve or want to achieve without having gone through the hell I did and still do. I know this is wrong but envy and bitterness are feeling that have calcified withing me in a way, I will never get rid of a sense of disgust for normal people and even if I try not to listen to it there will always be a part of me wishing for others to be made suffer just as I did.
I think at the end if I could give meaning to the whole of my experience this feeling would go away, but it won't, maybe art and such can be a good way of confering significance to bad experiences, but I fear I have very little artistic quality, and even if I were to put myself into it I always feel stunted in expressing myself it's like I'm missing a core emotional attachment to the experience of self expression.
I think at the end if I could give meaning to the whole of my experience this feeling would go away, but it won't, maybe art and such can be a good way of confering significance to bad experiences, but I fear I have very little artistic quality, and even if I were to put myself into it I always feel stunted in expressing myself it's like I'm missing a core emotional attachment to the experience of self expression.