Jan 12, 2021
healing is so hard. please be kind to your body and psyche, both need it
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healing is so hard. please be kind to your body and psyche, both need it
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Am I the only one who’s extremely ashamed of taking my meds in front of other people?
u ever realize the difference between u on meds and u off meds and get horrified
my brain: you’re not smart because you think you’re smart. but now that you think you’re not smart that doesn’t make you actually smart because you don’t think about it. you are genuinely not smart regardless of whether or not you think you are smart or are not smart. there is nothing you can do about this and the discussion is closed to the preconsciousness plenary at this time
me, watching interestedly: yeah go on what else
i want to be gone. not dead just not tangible. i don’t want to do this anymore
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listening to crack baby and recalling all the bittersweet emotions of academic excellence, subsequent sharp failure, generational pain, and trusting naïveté within your childhood that you must now recover from as a high operating low functioning individual who just wants to nap all day not fix the worlds problems
i feel sick. everything is wrong. i can’t make money. i can’t even talk to anyone about how bad i feel because everyone in my life is cruel and interconnected and gossipy and unrelentingly biased. i want to get out of here, and not this apartment, this fucking thread of space and time
the weird voice in my head: you think you deserve this misery but you don’t
other voice in my head chiming in: you should make them all burn
me, just trying to brush my teeth: bro shut up you’re scaring the hoes