I'm really depressed right now. Not something I often say. Today I was curled up in bed, sobbing, t...
SO now you said it 'I'm really
depressed right now.' GREAT! So very hard to just to say it...and you did! Wow...that's truth...sucks! ...but true? Hear you! Me too! ....so now my darling you're not alone. Though suspect that's how it feels!
Thank you so very much for speaking this....mega courage when you're so curled up and sobbing and wondering what the f*ck is the purpose of living when life is so bleak....so utterly without meaning and purpose and pleasure and joy.
But you spoke from this realm of despair and darkness....and you spoke for others to when you named how it is too live in this realm.So now speak more. THAT's your choice! You Do have helpers!.....all those who all are afraid to speak....but know what you're speaking about.
So, my darling.....since what got you up was to tell your story....TELL IT! Hear that you're afraid.....BUT Hey....someone's got to speak the unspeakable.... How's about it;s YOU!......speaking for all those others who are curled up in despair and fear! TELL YOUR STORY!.....and maybe you make a platform for other to tell theirs!
And hey.....course what you feel in normal! But shit happened!.....to you!.....and now move on..speak FROM your wisdom and knowledge of the dark...Speak ABOUT the wound.....but just don't stay there! YOU HAVE A STORY TO TELL.....
Me too! My beloved daughter died 6 years ago. i've not been fit for human company!.....howling, raging , bereft in my grief.. Now emerging....going to tell stories about death and dying for all the other bereaved parents!
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What I finally connected to in my tormented mind, and that I am looking for confirmation of, is that the way I feel is normal for someone who suffered repeated abuse from an early age. It's not remembering, itself, that makes me feel like a black hole of despair. It's what the abuse did to me. It's the immensity of the feeling that I am nothing, worth nothing, that all efforts to make it better are hopeless because I am hopeless, that it is all my fault that I am this way, that I am damaged beyond any possible help. I'm clinging to a tiny sliver of light in this darkness, and that light is the fact that feeling this way is not because this is who I am. It's because this is how I was treated. It's not how I am being treated now, but the past seems so much more powerful than the present.
Anyone relate? And I'm sorry if anyone can. I'm grasping for any straws of connection to others in this blackness.