blahman8000
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- Dec 3, 2009
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except for you?
It's hard to distinguish between reality and simply the results of obsessive paranoia — at least lately. Isolation only lends momentum to the motor behind it. But given enough time, I will obsess and convince myself that I have some kind of disease or something about me that nobody is willing to say anything about, for whatever reason. Although when people are willing to speak up about it, it is usually spoken out of cruelty and insult. Or again, the paranoia.
All that seems to relieve it is alcohol. I've spent all that time that I can remember obsessing over one "theme" or another, and at times I cannot bear it. It all feels so true and so real, that it simply is real. That even as I'm typing this, I'm disagreeing with my ambivalence over it.
All that relieves it is alcohol, with each episode. Sometimes I'll spend the majority of it sober, sometimes not even for a few days. And other times just never. I've tried medication, therapy, rehab, psychiatric institutions, etc. All that helps is alcohol. And I'm going to deny myself that? When I have this disorder or that one, when this version of nihilism must be true, or that all of my life is just in my head. When this is constant, what should I even do? This has ruined my life. I'm 27 years old and I don't have a job anymore, I never finished school, I live under my parents' roof and I don't even know if they give a damn about me, I've accomplished NOTHING. All I feel throughout every moment of sobriety is this constant thinking, anxiety, and most of all this shunning isolation because I am so disgusting to everything out there. Why deny myself a damn drink? Sobriety is this second by second acute experience of heavy thinking that leads to heavy pain.
This whole post has already gone wrong, and I apologize for my complaining. I guess my conclusion has been, why not just drink until I die? Because people care? I haven't seen much of that. Because life is worth living? I don't know if mine is. Because I'll go to hell if I do? Please. I'll take a bus tomorrow.
It's hard to distinguish between reality and simply the results of obsessive paranoia — at least lately. Isolation only lends momentum to the motor behind it. But given enough time, I will obsess and convince myself that I have some kind of disease or something about me that nobody is willing to say anything about, for whatever reason. Although when people are willing to speak up about it, it is usually spoken out of cruelty and insult. Or again, the paranoia.
All that seems to relieve it is alcohol. I've spent all that time that I can remember obsessing over one "theme" or another, and at times I cannot bear it. It all feels so true and so real, that it simply is real. That even as I'm typing this, I'm disagreeing with my ambivalence over it.
All that relieves it is alcohol, with each episode. Sometimes I'll spend the majority of it sober, sometimes not even for a few days. And other times just never. I've tried medication, therapy, rehab, psychiatric institutions, etc. All that helps is alcohol. And I'm going to deny myself that? When I have this disorder or that one, when this version of nihilism must be true, or that all of my life is just in my head. When this is constant, what should I even do? This has ruined my life. I'm 27 years old and I don't have a job anymore, I never finished school, I live under my parents' roof and I don't even know if they give a damn about me, I've accomplished NOTHING. All I feel throughout every moment of sobriety is this constant thinking, anxiety, and most of all this shunning isolation because I am so disgusting to everything out there. Why deny myself a damn drink? Sobriety is this second by second acute experience of heavy thinking that leads to heavy pain.
This whole post has already gone wrong, and I apologize for my complaining. I guess my conclusion has been, why not just drink until I die? Because people care? I haven't seen much of that. Because life is worth living? I don't know if mine is. Because I'll go to hell if I do? Please. I'll take a bus tomorrow.

