My life ended with torture 25 years ago. The world I knew and understood was taken, along with my humanity. I was broken and nothing has repaired that.
I have no purpose, no interests, do not associate with others, and see no possibility of this changing. As much as I crave human contact I avoid it because of the inevitable rejection. Pills are a complete waste and used to drug you into oblivion and warehouse you, without any positive value that I have ever seen. Therapists rarely have any idea what you are talking about and spend their time asking vapid questions about how you feel and wasting time until the 50 paid minutes are over.
I am no longer really human any more, being a social leper and unwelcomed burden to anyone foolish enough to be caught near me. I am not violent other than occasional verbal outbursts or crab-assing. I still relive the torture in flashbacks and know what triggers them most times. I am old, crippled, and in almost constant pain.
I do not abuse alcohol or drugs. I am just a dead man who is waiting the pronouncement. I am a homeless old guy who will end up dead among strangers that will know I am gone by the bad smell and rifle my old motorhome before calling the cops.
Rationally, I know this is messed up but have found nothing to alter the reality of it. I have no resources, am homeless and a drifter so I can get no help, can't stand being restrained/controlled/stripped of my freedom, and trust no one.
I am here because I have nothing else.
I have no purpose, no interests, do not associate with others, and see no possibility of this changing. As much as I crave human contact I avoid it because of the inevitable rejection. Pills are a complete waste and used to drug you into oblivion and warehouse you, without any positive value that I have ever seen. Therapists rarely have any idea what you are talking about and spend their time asking vapid questions about how you feel and wasting time until the 50 paid minutes are over.
I am no longer really human any more, being a social leper and unwelcomed burden to anyone foolish enough to be caught near me. I am not violent other than occasional verbal outbursts or crab-assing. I still relive the torture in flashbacks and know what triggers them most times. I am old, crippled, and in almost constant pain.
I do not abuse alcohol or drugs. I am just a dead man who is waiting the pronouncement. I am a homeless old guy who will end up dead among strangers that will know I am gone by the bad smell and rifle my old motorhome before calling the cops.
Rationally, I know this is messed up but have found nothing to alter the reality of it. I have no resources, am homeless and a drifter so I can get no help, can't stand being restrained/controlled/stripped of my freedom, and trust no one.
I am here because I have nothing else.