Hi
I am ghost. I have adopted the name ghost, because that is what I feel like. I feel as if I am no longer really alive, and that I am no longer fully in the world. I feel that my connections with other human beings have been severed.
Two years ago I was vibrant; passionate; enthusiastic; sexy; fit; healthy; mentally clear; popular; energetic; perceptive; funny; sharp; top of my university class; highly respected in my job; excited about life, and surrounded by people who wanted my company.
Now, I have a handful of friends who contact me more out of compassion than anything else. I have developed asthma; I have muscle spasms; I can barely run down the street; I barely experience emotion anymore; I am basically house bound; I cannot work; I cannot study.
More than 'feeling sad' or 'feeling anxious', I have an all pervading sense of dread. I am dying. I can feel it. I am constantly aware of my body and mind gradually dissolving. And I can't tell anyone. Because, when I start describing this to people, I lose them; or scare them.
I feel so alone. I feel so destroyed; so defeated.
Today I looked at photos of myself from two years ago. I used to look so good. It hurt indescribably to see what I used to look like - to remember the person that I used to be. The only consolation that I could offer myself, is that eventually I will be dead, and will no longer have to make these comparisons.
I loved my life; I loved the relationships that I had; I loved being me - now it's gone. Now I'm a shadow of what I used to be.
I am ghost. I have adopted the name ghost, because that is what I feel like. I feel as if I am no longer really alive, and that I am no longer fully in the world. I feel that my connections with other human beings have been severed.
Two years ago I was vibrant; passionate; enthusiastic; sexy; fit; healthy; mentally clear; popular; energetic; perceptive; funny; sharp; top of my university class; highly respected in my job; excited about life, and surrounded by people who wanted my company.
Now, I have a handful of friends who contact me more out of compassion than anything else. I have developed asthma; I have muscle spasms; I can barely run down the street; I barely experience emotion anymore; I am basically house bound; I cannot work; I cannot study.
More than 'feeling sad' or 'feeling anxious', I have an all pervading sense of dread. I am dying. I can feel it. I am constantly aware of my body and mind gradually dissolving. And I can't tell anyone. Because, when I start describing this to people, I lose them; or scare them.
I feel so alone. I feel so destroyed; so defeated.
Today I looked at photos of myself from two years ago. I used to look so good. It hurt indescribably to see what I used to look like - to remember the person that I used to be. The only consolation that I could offer myself, is that eventually I will be dead, and will no longer have to make these comparisons.
I loved my life; I loved the relationships that I had; I loved being me - now it's gone. Now I'm a shadow of what I used to be.