DeathDomokun
Ex-Bluelighter
I don't know why I'm about to write this, but as everything I do seems pretty fucking futile I guess it can't hurt. By the way I don't have much of a train of though, or memory, so this'll probably jump back and forth and not have an orderly manner to it.
My headspace is fucked and I'm getting sick of it
Okay, for about 2 and a half years now I've been feeling off.
2 years ago I thought I was depressed and I look back now and realize how stupid it was of me to think that, and even now, I don't know if I'd call myself depressed or not.
Before all of this started I wouldn't really have thoughts, I mean I'd think but we all think, I mean in the sense that I wouldn't sit down and constantly hear my thoughts. I wouldn't wonder about things. For about the first year of this mess I hadn't done any drugs but caffeine/medicine and been drunk once or twice.
During the first year my thoughts were my enemy, I'd always overanalyze things, over think things, I'd always hear these thoughts, and they weren't always the nicest thoughts.
When I was around people I'd be okay so to speak, I'd try to seem happy, as I still do sometimes, I don't even know how I act, my life is a hazy mess.
Anyway, when I'd get to my room I'd be okay but as time passed I'd feel worse and worse, I'd get pretty depressed, I'd just feel like shit really.
But I could handle it as it hadn't progressed to the extent it's at now.
The next year things started getting out of hand, I still kept close relationships, I still had love from friends, but my head was getting worse and worse.
I started smoking weed this year because I was getting suicidal, and I needed a break from my feelings.
My feelings are hard to convey because it's not like I was always depressed, even if I felt like shit when I saw my friends I'd be this loud asshole always making people laugh and not giving a fuck, but when I got home my head would turn on me.
Now it wasn't like this 24/7, I'd feel like shit around people and I'd feel okay at home, but this is generally how it went.
So as I started to smoke weed my opinions started to change for the better, I gained a better sense of the world, I started thinking more broadly, but no matter what I read, no matter how I tried to think, I'd still feel like this.
At the end of the second year I tried to kill myself, but obviously that failed.
My feelings got worse and I lost all my close relationships. I don't feel capable of creating intimacy/closeness, loving, truly caring for someone that is in my life, only someone from my past, a memory, someone that plagues my thoughts.
I usually have someone on my mind, but it's hard to explain. It's not usually thoughts per se, it's not a thought of her, it's like she's just frolicking in my subconscious, fucking with my head. Although things remind me of her and I do have thoughts about her she's always on my mind in a way that's hard to convey.
I don't know what I'm saying or where to continue from this rambling so I'll just go into my situation now, things that I haven't mentioned.
Life is getting pretty unbearable for me, it doesn't matter whether I had a good day or a shit day at the end of the day life just doesn't seem worth it.
My "good" feelings don't seem worth getting through the day, life seems so fucking useless to me, if I'm not enjoying it, and it's making me suffer, I'm getting really sick of it.
I hate being myself, and I take drugs so I don't feel like myself.
The only thing I truly care about is in my memory, and although my thinking of "If I can get through yesterday I can get through today" has worked and will continue to work, I'm just really fucking sick of it..
My head is so fucked, I'm so different, and alone, and I'm hurting.
I don't know if it changes anything but my father, along with several of my uncles and my grandmother all have severe bipolar, but I don't think I do.
As I said this seems futile, but there's the chance that I'll get a reply that can help me in anyway, so if you've read this far, thanks for your time, I know I'm just wasting away mine.
My headspace is fucked and I'm getting sick of it
Okay, for about 2 and a half years now I've been feeling off.
2 years ago I thought I was depressed and I look back now and realize how stupid it was of me to think that, and even now, I don't know if I'd call myself depressed or not.
Before all of this started I wouldn't really have thoughts, I mean I'd think but we all think, I mean in the sense that I wouldn't sit down and constantly hear my thoughts. I wouldn't wonder about things. For about the first year of this mess I hadn't done any drugs but caffeine/medicine and been drunk once or twice.
During the first year my thoughts were my enemy, I'd always overanalyze things, over think things, I'd always hear these thoughts, and they weren't always the nicest thoughts.
When I was around people I'd be okay so to speak, I'd try to seem happy, as I still do sometimes, I don't even know how I act, my life is a hazy mess.
Anyway, when I'd get to my room I'd be okay but as time passed I'd feel worse and worse, I'd get pretty depressed, I'd just feel like shit really.
But I could handle it as it hadn't progressed to the extent it's at now.
The next year things started getting out of hand, I still kept close relationships, I still had love from friends, but my head was getting worse and worse.
I started smoking weed this year because I was getting suicidal, and I needed a break from my feelings.
My feelings are hard to convey because it's not like I was always depressed, even if I felt like shit when I saw my friends I'd be this loud asshole always making people laugh and not giving a fuck, but when I got home my head would turn on me.
Now it wasn't like this 24/7, I'd feel like shit around people and I'd feel okay at home, but this is generally how it went.
So as I started to smoke weed my opinions started to change for the better, I gained a better sense of the world, I started thinking more broadly, but no matter what I read, no matter how I tried to think, I'd still feel like this.
At the end of the second year I tried to kill myself, but obviously that failed.
My feelings got worse and I lost all my close relationships. I don't feel capable of creating intimacy/closeness, loving, truly caring for someone that is in my life, only someone from my past, a memory, someone that plagues my thoughts.
I usually have someone on my mind, but it's hard to explain. It's not usually thoughts per se, it's not a thought of her, it's like she's just frolicking in my subconscious, fucking with my head. Although things remind me of her and I do have thoughts about her she's always on my mind in a way that's hard to convey.
I don't know what I'm saying or where to continue from this rambling so I'll just go into my situation now, things that I haven't mentioned.
Life is getting pretty unbearable for me, it doesn't matter whether I had a good day or a shit day at the end of the day life just doesn't seem worth it.
My "good" feelings don't seem worth getting through the day, life seems so fucking useless to me, if I'm not enjoying it, and it's making me suffer, I'm getting really sick of it.
I hate being myself, and I take drugs so I don't feel like myself.
The only thing I truly care about is in my memory, and although my thinking of "If I can get through yesterday I can get through today" has worked and will continue to work, I'm just really fucking sick of it..
My head is so fucked, I'm so different, and alone, and I'm hurting.
I don't know if it changes anything but my father, along with several of my uncles and my grandmother all have severe bipolar, but I don't think I do.
As I said this seems futile, but there's the chance that I'll get a reply that can help me in anyway, so if you've read this far, thanks for your time, I know I'm just wasting away mine.


