Wednesday, May 10, 2017
Why Christianity Can Kinda Suck
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
To The Best Friend Who Moved On Without Me
We were so close.
But then you moved on without me. You didn't mean to, you really didn't. That's just life. Not everyone stays best friends with their high school friends, but some do. You moved on, you got better friends, and had the time of your life. I know you still care about me, but life is so totally hectic. I get that.
But what I don't get is how you can completely forget who a person is when you don't hang out on a daily basis.
We hung out for the first time in forever, and we didn't even know what to talk about anymore.
They warn you that you lose your friends, but they forget to warn you how it feels to lose your best friends.
They don't tell you that you just stop talking. That you slowly fade from each other's lives. That when you finally decide to meet up, you no longer have anything in common. You get replaced by their new friends. Their new friends are now replaced with your "this made me think of you" little moments.
They never told you that friendship heartbreaks hurt 100x more than relationship heartbreaks. They never told you how crappy life is when you don't have your best friend there to defeat the world with you. They never told you that people just drift apart. Not on purpose, not out of spite. Just because of life's different paths. And that's what's hard. Losing someone to life and watching them live without you, when you promised each other so many times to always be there.
Saturday, April 22, 2017
How are you?
How are you?
I am suffocating in my mental illnesses. I physically find it harder and harder to breathe every single day. Every day gets harder and harder to push through. I think I might actually be drowning. I can actually feel my throat getting tighter. I'm terrified.
I'm great! Thanks for asking!
How are you?
My boyfriend lovingly touched me, and I almost had another panic attack because I was suddenly overwhelmed with feeling too crowded. I snapped on him for loving me. I snapped on him for showing me affection because my mind thought I was going to suffocate if he continued to keep his hand on my leg. He loves me, yet it's hard for him when I'm suddenly complete and raw emotions, unable to express anything except that I suddenly can't handle being touched right now. My emotions are hurting him, yet I'm drowning so fast I can't explain to him what's going on. It keeps getting worse, and happening more often.
I'm great! Thanks for asking!
How are you?
It's been two weeks since I remembered to take my medications. My life is so busy yet so not that I can't remember to take the one thing that helps me to function. But then I wonder if it really helps when I do take it.
I'm great! Thanks for asking!
How are you?
My head hurts from straining everyday to do normal things, while also trying to fight my depression and anxiety. I'm forgetting to do things more and more everyday. I make lists to remember, and then I forget to look at the lists that are supposed to be reminding me to do things. My headaches never go away, and my memory isn't getting any better. I try so hard, yet still I can't get it right. My memory is so bad I can't even remember to go to my Psychiatrist appointment that is an hour away even though I set an alarm to remind me.
I'm great! Thanks for asking!
How are you?
I'm not okay. But I can't tell you that. You don't really care when you ask how I'm doing. You only care to put on a mask of sincerity, to make small talk. I'm not doing okay, and I'm really good at acting chipper, but trust me when I say I'd rather be sleeping the pain away. I can't even talk to anyone, because mental illness has suddenly become glorified. Because talking to someone, only stirs up "I understand" responses, when in fact, they don't understand. They aren't going through it. People struggle to understand that someone can have depression and anxiety evn though they have a good life. People struggle to understand that it comes and goes, in spurts of days and weeks. One day I'm on top of the world, and the next I'm carrying the world's weight. One day I'm just okay, and the next I can barely get out of bed.
I'm great! Thanks for asking!
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
This Life of Mine - The One You Can't See
Can it really be put into words? Probably not. Yet here I am trying. Erase. Try again. Erase. Try again. Over and over.
My body is so overwhelming exhausted. I look at my screen, and my eyes are drifting. Yet the moment I put everything down, the shadows come back. They always come back. They are most likely a figment of my imagination, but they are still real to me. They keep me awake, jolting my fears again and again and again. Lights on, no good. Lights off, no good.
The few hours I get rest, they call me lazy because it just so happens to fall into a different pattern than theirs.
They give me medications to help with the fears, but those same meds keep my lying here awake, and afraid. They call them psychotic medications. They call them my key to normal functionality. Yet I find it still so hard to function.