Red
Warlock
- Apr 10, 2019
- 744
Nowhere else to vent! I'll let this echo out across the internet and hope it makes me feel better...
I'll not paint a lengthy tale of woe (no David Copperfield, promise), only that I've always felt how most of you have felt - not meant for this world. Born out of time, in the wrong dimension or something. Always on the outside looking in, never really sure why.
I think I was just starting to get used to it - you learn how to keep pushing on and try not to despair at human nature by just staying busy - n still reckon I could've managed were it not for some weird, undiagnosed illness that has taken over my life.
Being in constant pain eats away at my soul. Not able to socialise or be independent makes me a burden on those around me. They ask me how I am and switch off a couple of words in - they don't care, so now I just say, "Fine" or "Alive" when I can't let that first lie pass my lips.
They don't understand just how agonising it gets - sometimes it gets me in the day, but I tend to lock myself away - at night, when it hits hardest, everyone else is asleep. As I type I'm on ice and a painkiller cocktail taken out of desperation to take the edge of at least. I've set myself up a sick bed in the spare room so my discomfort doesn't wake my bf during the week... not a great relationship set up. Not conducive to longevity, I fear, and I feel him slipping away from me, although he is trying I feel that he'll either move on to better pastures or play the all suffering martyr.
My family are notoriously and hyper dramatically self involved. There's no use in standing in the middle of a room full of narcissists and shouting, "What about me?!"
I am not allowed to speak of suicide, but it's on my mind every day.
They say it's selfish, but what is more self serving; killing yourself to end your constant physical and emotional pain and alleviating the strain on those around you (rip the plaster of quick sorta thinking), or expecting someone to live a lifetime of pain for the few moments that you might want to have them around?
It's a no brainer. I would never expect it of anyone else either.
I could do it if it didn't hurt so much. N if it stops hurting before I've had enough of browsing the timetables and decide to just get on, I swear I'll come back at life full force and despair at human nature be damned, I can at least live my life, go climb some mountains n go underground trampolining in that cave in wales!
I can see a future, but not like this.
I just want the pain to stop.
I'll not paint a lengthy tale of woe (no David Copperfield, promise), only that I've always felt how most of you have felt - not meant for this world. Born out of time, in the wrong dimension or something. Always on the outside looking in, never really sure why.
I think I was just starting to get used to it - you learn how to keep pushing on and try not to despair at human nature by just staying busy - n still reckon I could've managed were it not for some weird, undiagnosed illness that has taken over my life.
Being in constant pain eats away at my soul. Not able to socialise or be independent makes me a burden on those around me. They ask me how I am and switch off a couple of words in - they don't care, so now I just say, "Fine" or "Alive" when I can't let that first lie pass my lips.
They don't understand just how agonising it gets - sometimes it gets me in the day, but I tend to lock myself away - at night, when it hits hardest, everyone else is asleep. As I type I'm on ice and a painkiller cocktail taken out of desperation to take the edge of at least. I've set myself up a sick bed in the spare room so my discomfort doesn't wake my bf during the week... not a great relationship set up. Not conducive to longevity, I fear, and I feel him slipping away from me, although he is trying I feel that he'll either move on to better pastures or play the all suffering martyr.
My family are notoriously and hyper dramatically self involved. There's no use in standing in the middle of a room full of narcissists and shouting, "What about me?!"
I am not allowed to speak of suicide, but it's on my mind every day.
They say it's selfish, but what is more self serving; killing yourself to end your constant physical and emotional pain and alleviating the strain on those around you (rip the plaster of quick sorta thinking), or expecting someone to live a lifetime of pain for the few moments that you might want to have them around?
It's a no brainer. I would never expect it of anyone else either.
I could do it if it didn't hurt so much. N if it stops hurting before I've had enough of browsing the timetables and decide to just get on, I swear I'll come back at life full force and despair at human nature be damned, I can at least live my life, go climb some mountains n go underground trampolining in that cave in wales!
I can see a future, but not like this.
I just want the pain to stop.