FieldsofLavender
nightmare life, go away! nightmare life, go away!
- Feb 7, 2023
- 121
I don't understand, I don't understand... Everyone around me is so determined to live, but I just don't get it... The 'small things' never are enough, there's never something that makes me think I want keep going for my own sake... The only thing that keeps me around is my friends and family, but more and more it feels like my constant state of pain, fear, and guilt isn't worth it, I just... don't understand... I mean, I have a guess, when I was attempting to do college I wrote a paper on Antinatalism, and things surrounding it. I learned about the pollyanna principle, and I feel like... It terrifies me, it scares my entire being. How do people just ignore the constant pain and suffering and discomfort they're in? How is it possibly worth it? To even keep myself going I find that I can only make it really bearable by drowning in pleasure and addiction, becoming hedonistic, and even then it's more of a distraction from the pain and terror that living as myself is...
Is it just... Different to "normal" people? Am I—Are we just different somehow? For myself I've been told by others that part of why nothing is worth it is because my brain has been fried by indulgence, that I fell to far into the rabbit hole of addiction to possibly find happiness in anything else... Could that be it? Maybe from the years worth of relying on opiates running through my veins to be able to do anything, from school assignments to visiting with friends, maybe I've ruined myself, maybe I've made it impossible to live, to be happy, to feel anything other than pain and anguish and fear and anxiety and confusion and guilt and envy, maybe...! Maybe...
Maybe I've damned myself... Damned myself to a hell of mundanity, a world where nothing feels worth it, and everything is... Normal. Normal, except me, and my expectations, I guess...
And when I lay awake at night, begging the universe or god or anything, anything that I can just disappear, that one day I'll cease to be and everyone will forget I ever existed, that one day the doors to my room will be wallpapered over and that happiness will find everyone who can have it, I should know that it's my own fault I'm in this position... I began writing this with the question "how can anyone want life," but now that I'm nearing the end of writing it, I'm left with the question, "how can I want life"?... How can anything be worth the unending pain, when my happy, my pleasure, my indulgence is greatly finite, yet better than anything else I've ever experienced?...
I-I'm noticing this post is really dramatic, ehehe... I-I guess I'm in a dramatic mood... I-I'm sorry if it's embarrassing or cringey... I-I just kind of typed out a string of thought... S-sorry... s-sorry...
Is it just... Different to "normal" people? Am I—Are we just different somehow? For myself I've been told by others that part of why nothing is worth it is because my brain has been fried by indulgence, that I fell to far into the rabbit hole of addiction to possibly find happiness in anything else... Could that be it? Maybe from the years worth of relying on opiates running through my veins to be able to do anything, from school assignments to visiting with friends, maybe I've ruined myself, maybe I've made it impossible to live, to be happy, to feel anything other than pain and anguish and fear and anxiety and confusion and guilt and envy, maybe...! Maybe...
Maybe I've damned myself... Damned myself to a hell of mundanity, a world where nothing feels worth it, and everything is... Normal. Normal, except me, and my expectations, I guess...
And when I lay awake at night, begging the universe or god or anything, anything that I can just disappear, that one day I'll cease to be and everyone will forget I ever existed, that one day the doors to my room will be wallpapered over and that happiness will find everyone who can have it, I should know that it's my own fault I'm in this position... I began writing this with the question "how can anyone want life," but now that I'm nearing the end of writing it, I'm left with the question, "how can I want life"?... How can anything be worth the unending pain, when my happy, my pleasure, my indulgence is greatly finite, yet better than anything else I've ever experienced?...
I-I'm noticing this post is really dramatic, ehehe... I-I guess I'm in a dramatic mood... I-I'm sorry if it's embarrassing or cringey... I-I just kind of typed out a string of thought... S-sorry... s-sorry...