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Bluelighter
About 4 years ago i dropped 4 tabs of double strength blotters with 2 mates, one of them proceeded to have a bad trip and he tried to rape my other friend and tried to kill me when i stopped him. I almost broke my forearm and right knuckles fighting him off. I called the cops, i got maced on acid and traumatised to a hell unlike what most people will experience in their life. Period. People say they've been to hell...
I've breathed it, I've had the feeling of the devil sitting on your shoulder, whispering all sorts of chaotic, horrible hells into my ears for so long now that i can't really comprehend what life was like before it was ripped from me. I have been to the depths of the void.
Life isn't the same 4 years on, i constantly struggle with self identity issues, having to reconfirm base level knowledge of myself, for example, i constantly have to remind myself I'm straight, even though i know i am, and have known for a long time, the option has come up multiple times to test out my sexuality but I've got no interest in the other side. But the thoughts won't leave me alone. I can't hold proper conversations unless I'm intensely interested in the person and overall my life is hell. Socially, I'm either as sweet as a kitten or so dark you'd think i was the psycho out of the movie psycho.
They tried to medicate me and all its done is made me worse. Lately I've been rougher as usual as university has pushed me into examining my suicidal thoughts in a manner i never have before. I have sought help, and all that happens is psychologists push me from person to person and i don't get anything but more trauma from having my trust shattered so often.
To put this in perspective, I'm 20, almost 21. Drop acid man, find yourself, you'll learn so much about the world man, this is what they told me, instead it's just been one brutal, fucked up experience after the next. There isn't a day that goes by when i don't relapse into some level of dispair, but that experience has made me so much rougher. This is tough, but I'm tougher.
I'm just sick of this. How do i keep on going, it's been so hard for so long now. Having faith or hope in oneself is becoming almost impossible.
I've breathed it, I've had the feeling of the devil sitting on your shoulder, whispering all sorts of chaotic, horrible hells into my ears for so long now that i can't really comprehend what life was like before it was ripped from me. I have been to the depths of the void.
Life isn't the same 4 years on, i constantly struggle with self identity issues, having to reconfirm base level knowledge of myself, for example, i constantly have to remind myself I'm straight, even though i know i am, and have known for a long time, the option has come up multiple times to test out my sexuality but I've got no interest in the other side. But the thoughts won't leave me alone. I can't hold proper conversations unless I'm intensely interested in the person and overall my life is hell. Socially, I'm either as sweet as a kitten or so dark you'd think i was the psycho out of the movie psycho.
They tried to medicate me and all its done is made me worse. Lately I've been rougher as usual as university has pushed me into examining my suicidal thoughts in a manner i never have before. I have sought help, and all that happens is psychologists push me from person to person and i don't get anything but more trauma from having my trust shattered so often.
To put this in perspective, I'm 20, almost 21. Drop acid man, find yourself, you'll learn so much about the world man, this is what they told me, instead it's just been one brutal, fucked up experience after the next. There isn't a day that goes by when i don't relapse into some level of dispair, but that experience has made me so much rougher. This is tough, but I'm tougher.
I'm just sick of this. How do i keep on going, it's been so hard for so long now. Having faith or hope in oneself is becoming almost impossible.

