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Blue
- Aug 2, 2020
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Yesterday I posted on Facebook for the first time in about five years. And I also tried to reconnect with people on Instagram with limited, mixed results.
I'm not sure why I did it. Probably because I'm sick of hiding away and also because I'm isolated so badly here that I am struggling so much with loneliness. After my post, 30 people came forward to greet me happily. I responded to each person cordially and warmly, but it was unsatisfactory because my life is still significantly worse than when I stopped posting and I know it. Although people were happy to see me, I knew deep down they were all fair weather friends who would not like to hear about my chronic, unmitigating sources of suffering.
Choosing to re-engage with people who are living a relatively normal life when the quality of yours is utter dogshit is a terribly difficult choice because you now have to offer a version of yourself that isn't miserable everyday just so other people don't feel uncomfortable around you. It also means walling off huge parts of yourself so that people can't jump to erroneous conclusions about your misery, which often include blaming you for your own problems or developing a false narrative about events in your life. Also I was bombarded with baby pictures (although I didn't mind that part and am happily child free).
It should go without saying the discussion or mentioning of any iota to do with suicide/euthanasia is entirely out of the question. If you want engagement in the real world, you play for keeps and that means acting like you're not suicidal. I don't make these rules, but unfortunately that's just the way it is. Folks would rather deem you a problem when you talk about it openly and later feign shock/concern when you're dead than actually hear about it. Believe me.
I'm not sure why I did it. Probably because I'm sick of hiding away and also because I'm isolated so badly here that I am struggling so much with loneliness. After my post, 30 people came forward to greet me happily. I responded to each person cordially and warmly, but it was unsatisfactory because my life is still significantly worse than when I stopped posting and I know it. Although people were happy to see me, I knew deep down they were all fair weather friends who would not like to hear about my chronic, unmitigating sources of suffering.
Choosing to re-engage with people who are living a relatively normal life when the quality of yours is utter dogshit is a terribly difficult choice because you now have to offer a version of yourself that isn't miserable everyday just so other people don't feel uncomfortable around you. It also means walling off huge parts of yourself so that people can't jump to erroneous conclusions about your misery, which often include blaming you for your own problems or developing a false narrative about events in your life. Also I was bombarded with baby pictures (although I didn't mind that part and am happily child free).
It should go without saying the discussion or mentioning of any iota to do with suicide/euthanasia is entirely out of the question. If you want engagement in the real world, you play for keeps and that means acting like you're not suicidal. I don't make these rules, but unfortunately that's just the way it is. Folks would rather deem you a problem when you talk about it openly and later feign shock/concern when you're dead than actually hear about it. Believe me.
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