TW depression and anxiety.
This is the first time I’ve been able to express how my anxiety and depression feels. Second paragraph are thoughts I have daily. S this is an anonymous account, I figured I’d share it to let other people dealing with this know that they are not alone.
Please reach out and get help. Working on this stuff is so important.
The thick air around me becomes denser and my breathing shallower. Strangled by my own insicurities and the self critic with in my mind, I silently crumble into the broken girl I always knew I would end up as. Shapeless figures claw their way to the surface relentlessly and singe my face as they roll down my checks. My hair acts as a curtain to cloak the slowly revealing mess that I am internally. The overwhelming thoughts assault the inside of my mind unraveling the once upkeep and composed standard that was my self image.
You will never be good enough. People only like you because they can use you and walk all over you, yet you smile and act like everything is fine. How can you be okay with that? Your pathetic. Your weak. Stand up for yourself, why dont you? Oh because you can't, you're too scared. If you do you'll just look stupid. You know that, it's happened before. Listen to me. You're nothing. You barely even count as a person. You're just a waste of space. You don't know anything. Everyone knows that you're dumb. Look at you now. Normal people don't do this to themselves, what's wrong with you? Do you hear me? What is wrong with you? How can you live like this?
Ebrupt contact from a loved one put everything on pause. Scattering back into hiding, I am pulled out of ther drown abiss that is my depression and am given a raft to cling to. My sister pulled me into her side and threw some sheepish remarks about how her dog wanted to cheer me up by licking my face. The laugh that comes from my chest is barely audible but it's enough to have a mental effect on my waking nightmare.
The cool rush floods my mind and gives me the feeling of serrenity. For a brief fleeting moment, it feels as if everything will be alright. I know it won't last, but I savor it, milking the feeling for as long as possible so I won't instantly be flung back into the never ending black pit that is my anxiety and depression. I bask in the momentary relief as she continues to crack off some jokes to prolong this moment for me. My breathing slows and deepens and the invisible snake of my invasive thoughts uncoils from around my throught.
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I Have Commitment Issues
(Nov, 28, 2022) Visual Journal
I don’t know where my commitment issues come from, but I have a hard time investing anything into myself. Whether that’s education, money, taking care of myself, etc;
My thought process:
- “I don’t even know if I would wear this a year from now”
- “I don’t buy anything as a need but as a want so it’s not worth to spend the money because you change your mind all the time”
- “I end up finding better stuff later”
- “It’ll be cheaper in the future”
- I don’t want to create deep relationships with people, I don’t know if it’s because I feel like my time isn’t going to last long or because I’m mentally tired of dealing with people
- I don’t want to go through the struggle of meeting friends because it hurts if they leave I guess? But I can’t tell tbh. Do I even care? If you do why do you care?
- I feel like everything in my life is very temporary and that I shouldn’t be attached too strongly to everything because for some reason I’ve noticed a pattern of things leaving or it’s me that leaves
- Money is very scarce
- It’s too much heart ache to get rejected
- I’m a good coworker because there’s specific work dialogue that I can pick and choose. It feels like NPC dialogue.
- “Someone will make a better model eventually”
- “You move all the time, you need to keep your things to a minimal”
- “I can’t make up my mind and give up easily so it would be a waste of money to go to college or invest in something I’ve always wanted to do.”
- I don’t like to talk about myself at all because I don’t want to have a close bond with people.
- “Since when did you need to consume so much food? You don’t have a lot of money why do you think you can afford to eat as you please?”
- “I don’t own a lot of things. If I needed to I could fit everything I own into my car and move around as I please.”
- It’s easier to spend money on other people in my life
I don’t want to hurt anyone too significantly if I were to leave
I don’t deserve to have good things
Even if I did have good things I’ve noticed I have a tendency to ruin it
When I have my emotional breakdowns I tend to throw everything or break everything I own and have regrets later but I can’t stop the pattern because in the moment I feel like ending it all
I don’t spend my money like crazy, I don’t treat myself, I work the majority of my life.
I work so much and I’m so used to it that I don’t know what to do in my free time.
I care but I don’t because I don’t even think I’m gonna be here for long.
How can I invest in anything when I can’t trust myself to keep those commitments in my life
I break good habits like it’s nothing
I’m not asking for advice either. I know the healing process of what I need to do to “fix” this but would that even do any good? I don’t care about my well-being and I don’t really care what happens to me tbh.
I get anxiety attacks trying to go grocery shopping. I don’t want people to pay for me because I don’t want to owe anybody anything.
Looking at my bank account makes me have a life crisis.
I don’t even care about money.
This isn’t about minimalist lifestyle or being non materialistic, I don’t need a lot to feel content or comfortable but I struggle to even get that in my life.
I feel like within a blink of an eye everything and everyone will be gone or I will abandon everything within a random single breakdown
The possibility of ruining all of my relationships becomes more realistic the older I get.
I don’t believe I will become anyone or be anyone for myself.
I won’t become the person I aspire to be in the future. Idk if I’m content with that or fucking scared.
I hate paying for rent. I hate paying for cars. I hate that I have to pay just for my basic human survival. It’s not even worth the bare minimal.
I haven’t had a place in my own for almost a year. Next week I’m moving in to a $1,500 rental with a roommate…
Can you believe? $1,500 just for a room in a house that I’m sharing with?
Since when did shelter become so expensive? When was rental units and real estate a financial power move.
You have people making money off of lower class people without being bothered by it?
I don’t want to be alive in this world. I can’t afford it. I can’t be my authentic version of myself. I have so much trauma I didn’t even ask for. I didn’t ask for anything. I didn’t want to have to deal with this. It’s too much for one person to bear
If I can’t even afford the basic minimal survival check list how can I bother thinking about dreams?
I was not properly equipped to live in this world. To say I’m a hopeful person is very far off.
I’m not smart, nor am I good at anything, I’m not rich or incredibly good looking.
I’m average all around.
How does an average person get by in a world that doesn’t care about average people.
I’m so incredibly tired and done with it all. I feel like I could survive a zombie apocalypse better than whatever this shit is.
I want the world to burn in fire
Anyways I hope anyone out there is having a better time than I am
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