9 Years of Self Destruction
Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 9:33 pm
To this very day I can't seem to stop my worst enemy, myself.
I won't start in the past, because the further I go, the more the past becomes irrelevant. Maybe only a few keynote things have shaped me. But for 9 years ive sat in the passenger seat, watching myself destroy myself. Opportunity after another passing me by, living to the bare minimum.
I'm really greatful for all the grace the world has given me, it could be worse. People have it worse. But that doesn't mean what I feel and the intensity of that feeling is invalid, which is why I'm grasping at straws, sharing my vulnerability in utmost honesty with strangers who will listen.
I have little to no positivity about myself. I feel as though I have no purpose and while that doesn't mean I want to end my life, it just means I can't be bothered to try. In the last few months my depression has been fluctuating and not smoothly I should add. A lot more lately I have really bad outbursts, probably from holding everything in for so long.
Has anyone ever felt like, after a while you're problems just sound like a broken record that keeps playing? Like they don't matter because you've said it over and over and over and sometimes maybe, to the same people, people you care about and want to vent to.
I don't know how many more times I'll see myself tell people, that I have no drive to live, no motivation to try, despite my intelligence, talent, and my views. It's so easy for people who have a fallback like religion or any kind of belief. Because then you're not trapped in this toxic cycle of thought, that asks why I'm here, what my purpose is, how do I know I'm living up to the expectations of a good person? You don't constantly analyze or try to find a reason. Or maybe you do even with a belief. But does anyone ever feel that way?
I won't start in the past, because the further I go, the more the past becomes irrelevant. Maybe only a few keynote things have shaped me. But for 9 years ive sat in the passenger seat, watching myself destroy myself. Opportunity after another passing me by, living to the bare minimum.
I'm really greatful for all the grace the world has given me, it could be worse. People have it worse. But that doesn't mean what I feel and the intensity of that feeling is invalid, which is why I'm grasping at straws, sharing my vulnerability in utmost honesty with strangers who will listen.
I have little to no positivity about myself. I feel as though I have no purpose and while that doesn't mean I want to end my life, it just means I can't be bothered to try. In the last few months my depression has been fluctuating and not smoothly I should add. A lot more lately I have really bad outbursts, probably from holding everything in for so long.
Has anyone ever felt like, after a while you're problems just sound like a broken record that keeps playing? Like they don't matter because you've said it over and over and over and sometimes maybe, to the same people, people you care about and want to vent to.
I don't know how many more times I'll see myself tell people, that I have no drive to live, no motivation to try, despite my intelligence, talent, and my views. It's so easy for people who have a fallback like religion or any kind of belief. Because then you're not trapped in this toxic cycle of thought, that asks why I'm here, what my purpose is, how do I know I'm living up to the expectations of a good person? You don't constantly analyze or try to find a reason. Or maybe you do even with a belief. But does anyone ever feel that way?