
Lullaby
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- Mar 9, 2022
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I don't even know why I'm posting this. Maybe I just want to be heard. Maybe I just wanted to get it out of my head. Maybe I just don't want to feel alone in this. Maybe I want someone, anyone, to say, "I get it. I see you. You're not crazy for feeling this way."
Because, honestly I'm exhausted. Not the kind of tired that sleep can fix, but the kind that seeps into your bones, that makes existing feel like a full-time job you never applied for.
You let someone in—just a little, just enough to feel something again—and then they leave. No explanation, no closure, just silence.
It's not even just with friends or partners, but family too. I call my dad all the time, and 9/10 times he just doesn't even pick up the phone.
And what hurts the most? Not a single person has ever fought for me to stay in their life. Not once. But somehow, I have fought for every single person I've ever lost. How does that even make sense?
I feel like a guest star in everyone's life. Temporary. Replaceable. I watch people build bonds, maintain friendships, stay connected, and I wonder—what is wrong with me? Why is it so easy for people to let me go?
Maintaining relationships while being depressed is a whole battle in itself. Every little thing becomes a chore. Texting back? Feels like lifting a mountain. Making plans? Feels like setting myself up to disappoint someone.
Even just existing around other people feels like I'm forcing myself to be someone I can't keep up with. And when I pull away, even just a little, people leave. Every. Single. Time.
It's like I have this expiration date with everyone. They like me at first. They care. They stick around long enough to make me feel safe. And then gone. And I'm left trying to figure out what I did wrong, what part of me was too much or not enough.
I just want to know—does anyone else feel this way? Do you ever just sit with yourself and wonder if you're fundamentally unlovable? Or if people only tolerate you until they realize you're not as easy to care for as they thought?
It's something that's really contributed to my ideation over the years. Feels like why fight to continue living, when no one seems to really care about my existence while I'm still here?
Because, honestly I'm exhausted. Not the kind of tired that sleep can fix, but the kind that seeps into your bones, that makes existing feel like a full-time job you never applied for.
You let someone in—just a little, just enough to feel something again—and then they leave. No explanation, no closure, just silence.
It's not even just with friends or partners, but family too. I call my dad all the time, and 9/10 times he just doesn't even pick up the phone.
And what hurts the most? Not a single person has ever fought for me to stay in their life. Not once. But somehow, I have fought for every single person I've ever lost. How does that even make sense?
I feel like a guest star in everyone's life. Temporary. Replaceable. I watch people build bonds, maintain friendships, stay connected, and I wonder—what is wrong with me? Why is it so easy for people to let me go?
Maintaining relationships while being depressed is a whole battle in itself. Every little thing becomes a chore. Texting back? Feels like lifting a mountain. Making plans? Feels like setting myself up to disappoint someone.
Even just existing around other people feels like I'm forcing myself to be someone I can't keep up with. And when I pull away, even just a little, people leave. Every. Single. Time.
It's like I have this expiration date with everyone. They like me at first. They care. They stick around long enough to make me feel safe. And then gone. And I'm left trying to figure out what I did wrong, what part of me was too much or not enough.
I just want to know—does anyone else feel this way? Do you ever just sit with yourself and wonder if you're fundamentally unlovable? Or if people only tolerate you until they realize you're not as easy to care for as they thought?
It's something that's really contributed to my ideation over the years. Feels like why fight to continue living, when no one seems to really care about my existence while I'm still here?