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I don’t know where i’m ‘supposed’ to be
The constant state of perpetual instability
Driving me mad to a point of nothingness
My mind and my body are no longer one
It’s like aiming to control this thing i’m living in
To do the basic things we do
To be expected to be part of
Some thing no one asked to be one of
Having a never-ending drive of thoughts
That have no correlation whatsoever
with the surrounding:
place, bodies, way of life, their history, my history.
It might be this close minded country but
i don’t doubt they may all do me the same right now –
“It’s all in the past they say”
Oh trust when i say that’s the biggest scam
Whatever natural disaster it was,
It all took place in my head,
like a ghost punching you in the face for a while
and i may have gotten dissociative amnesia of the last 2 years, complex PTSD too, of course.
It’s all part of me now, ‘me-now’,
oneword, a different world.
Dormant but there, they ultimately guide my every move, these two.
It’s rendered me clueless in face of this person I’M ‘guiding’? clueless in these legs i’m walking,
I have no idea what i’m doing when i’m doing it.
Like a prisoner of a brand new empty book
Just fill in the blanks they say,
Go ahead.
I can’t even guarantee there will be a storyline to start with
maybe i could scribble all the chaotic instability into a nice, dark and hectic piece of art?
There is no line to follow, or life to write for yourself,
when the basic functions are your biggest challenges.
There is no care in the world for the person you talked to in class today and had a small laugh with,
when you’re actually managing how to talk with yourself.
And more than i care to admit,
there is quite some uninvited room for what people think
when you dont have a stable idea of who/what/how you are, on a daily basis.
It creeps up your back on bad days.
You seek to understand,
is this who i have really become?
Is the me in my head, that i know but dont feel like at the moment, the real one?
Or is that just a distorted idea of who i’d like to be based off of a long long time ago when peace of mind, fundamental comfort and existential bliss were my 3 best friends?
Am i being far-fetched or is that possible to retrieve?
Anything is possible?
...room for debate here....
‘Every day is a new day’
That, I agree with.
They say it takes the person’s sense of identity and the memories to create or imagine a future.
Well, both of those i have completely lost.
So something makes sense, doesn’t it?
But then- do i not get a future now?
I cry when i feel sorry for myself yes
Sorry for not being to just snap out of this thinking
Sorry for not being able to calm my body down when it starts to act up, and talks to me —
Feeling my fists begging me to clench them
Mid class.
like there’s a big screaming monster in them trynna show himself
I contain it.
Hold them in place and quietly crack the knuckles shut.
My breathing,
even this guy is not knowing how to function.
While my mind and body coordinate to do their job like taking notes...
I forget it. My breathing
I didn’t know I had to be so aware of this process to be able to function ‘normally’
So i find myself gasping air in
Like i have to reboot my great system here every 5 minutes.
Unless it is being closely monitored, every second, every day,
Actively maintained and put in place to follow how everyone else is
breathing, thinking, living
(to achieve minimum stability)
Does it have to be?
Fixing my chemical imbalance,
Makes my body tremble
Fixing my nonexistent sleeping ‘routine’,
Makes my functioning inhumanely hard
And fixing my mind, my wonderful outlook,
Takes an ER
to get me on a plane out of this
excruciatingly systematic society
Straight to my closest family.
And then i’ll breathe,
And then i’ll cry,
And then i’ll maybe see it’s alright.
The Magic cure. Temporary, but not a scam.
Be appreciative of those moments where you feel alright,
and give them utmost importance.
— I had to include at least one progressive idea right —
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#mentalhealthawarenessday
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