Doubt The Rabbit
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And I'm going to the beach next month! And my birthday is coming up!
Yet I don't feel happy, or even a little bit excited, about any of it. Sometimes I feel like I don't know if I'm being ungrateful or just uninterested. If it's not sadness, anger, frustration, or terror, I just don't feel much else. Yeah, depression and anxiety does that to you - so what, I have two choices? Feeling bad and feeling nothing? Yep, THERE'S the complex range of emotions my brain was meant to have.
Even in seeking "professional help," they've never actually worked on the problem...just sidetracked by stupid honeysuckle in my life that, yeah, sucks, but doesn't bug me too much. A waste of my time. I'm wasting my time. Sure, I could tell 'em that they're barking up the wrong tree, but I don't want to. I've kept up my guard for so many years now, I'm not about to let it down to let some psychoanalyzing prick in. It doesn't work that way. It takes a lot to undo years of building up walls.
And I never expect anyone to have the correct answer. Even in venting, I don't expect some magnificent advice that will save me from a future of loneliness and depression. I just want to rant. I want to vent and yell and ***** until I feel better, and I wish I had someone I could trust to just shut the fresia up and listen. No lectures or accusations or inanities or false hope or pity parties because, god **** it, I've heard it all.
Yet I don't feel happy, or even a little bit excited, about any of it. Sometimes I feel like I don't know if I'm being ungrateful or just uninterested. If it's not sadness, anger, frustration, or terror, I just don't feel much else. Yeah, depression and anxiety does that to you - so what, I have two choices? Feeling bad and feeling nothing? Yep, THERE'S the complex range of emotions my brain was meant to have.
Even in seeking "professional help," they've never actually worked on the problem...just sidetracked by stupid honeysuckle in my life that, yeah, sucks, but doesn't bug me too much. A waste of my time. I'm wasting my time. Sure, I could tell 'em that they're barking up the wrong tree, but I don't want to. I've kept up my guard for so many years now, I'm not about to let it down to let some psychoanalyzing prick in. It doesn't work that way. It takes a lot to undo years of building up walls.
And I never expect anyone to have the correct answer. Even in venting, I don't expect some magnificent advice that will save me from a future of loneliness and depression. I just want to rant. I want to vent and yell and ***** until I feel better, and I wish I had someone I could trust to just shut the fresia up and listen. No lectures or accusations or inanities or false hope or pity parties because, god **** it, I've heard it all.