NoWhereKnowWhere
Diamond Member
I feel so trapped and caged in my own thoughts. I can't seem to get out of my own head. Tried some self soothing and grounding techniques but I still can't seem to step out of my mind.
Rape. Suicide. I'm really not sure how to help myself at the moment. Same things going round and round in my head like dirty shoes in a washing machine. I tried to write a trauma diary but it makes me freak out and I just can't do it right now.
I'm not at the point yet in therapy of speaking about the trauma. I don't know if I can do it well I guess I'll have to. The way I see it is there are two choices; deal with the trauma and try to get better or suicide because I cant live like this anymore, neither of those choices are particularly appealing.
I'm already dieing internally may as well make the exterior match the interior. I have been remembering other things from my childhood, sexual abuse.I can't believe this as if it isn't enough to have been raped ( god I hate that word even someone saying it send a deep shocking sensation in to my very soul).
Why? Why did this happen?
What the f*ck is the point of this life of mine? To suffer from childhood to now? To whole heartedly hate my self and cause suffering and pain to the only people I love?
Maybe some lives are not ment to be. Maybe I'm already in hell for something terrible I did in a previous life. Maybe there is no such thing as heaven or hell and this is it. Who knows? Who the f*ck gives a shit? All I know is that up to now my life is bullshit. I can't care at the moment and I don't think I want to. I'm going to sleep now maybe I won't be such a pussy in the morning. I'm sorry for this rambling pile of self loathing selfishness. Nonsensically thinking out loud if you read this shit I'm sorry.
Rape. Suicide. I'm really not sure how to help myself at the moment. Same things going round and round in my head like dirty shoes in a washing machine. I tried to write a trauma diary but it makes me freak out and I just can't do it right now.
I'm not at the point yet in therapy of speaking about the trauma. I don't know if I can do it well I guess I'll have to. The way I see it is there are two choices; deal with the trauma and try to get better or suicide because I cant live like this anymore, neither of those choices are particularly appealing.
I'm already dieing internally may as well make the exterior match the interior. I have been remembering other things from my childhood, sexual abuse.I can't believe this as if it isn't enough to have been raped ( god I hate that word even someone saying it send a deep shocking sensation in to my very soul).
Why? Why did this happen?
What the f*ck is the point of this life of mine? To suffer from childhood to now? To whole heartedly hate my self and cause suffering and pain to the only people I love?
Maybe some lives are not ment to be. Maybe I'm already in hell for something terrible I did in a previous life. Maybe there is no such thing as heaven or hell and this is it. Who knows? Who the f*ck gives a shit? All I know is that up to now my life is bullshit. I can't care at the moment and I don't think I want to. I'm going to sleep now maybe I won't be such a pussy in the morning. I'm sorry for this rambling pile of self loathing selfishness. Nonsensically thinking out loud if you read this shit I'm sorry.
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