Siertes
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Like most of you I've been a long time sufferer of a plethora of negative feelings. Loneliness, depression, suicidal thoughts, etc etc. They've gone on for so many years that it feels more natural to think darkly than any other way. Even when my days aren't especially bad, I still think of them as such because...well that's what days are right? Days are bad. That's how my mind works. Even when good things happen or I just have fun doing the few things I enjoy, at most it turns things "ok" and even then it's a struggle to say that much! I've noticed this in myself lately and have even seen it in other sufferers as well. They experience things that should make them happy, happenings that run counter to how they've been feeling and seemingly fulfill their desires, but it's as if they can't acknowledge it. I want to slap them and say "What more could you ask for?!"
Now I could sweep this issue under the rug labeled "Depression" and say because of that, I can't and others can't accept the good things in life, but part of me feels like a part of it is a reluctance to let go of feeling bad. Yes, I know it sounds kind of crazy and it's a tad embarrassing even admitting that this could be a possibility within myself, but I feel I need to open my mind to possibilities beyond the typical stuff that we hide behind and accept that in the end, I might be a bit of a coward.
Feeling bad, sad, and all "woe is me" feels just as those words describe but on the other hand those feelings kind of surround me in a strange blanket that in some sick way is comforting. "It's a fact that I'm sad because of this, this, and that." I'm warmed by the fact that there a things that my mind can count on to be true despite the emotional toll they inevitably take upon me. Women will never like me, and while that makes me miserable, if I'm ever attracted to someone I will know for a fact that she can't be attracted to me by any means and that is a rule that can't be broken. In this chaotic world there are things I can count on to always be true. These horrible feelings caused by unfortunate truths. This is just one example of one possibility.
On a more basic level it could just be a feast of attention. We all know people do it. Cry to the world so they can keep eyes on them, get their pats on the back, and get their temporary self esteem boost because they were worthy of attention. What can I say to that? Attention feels good, and for those of us generally ignored throughout our lives, especially so. I would like to say that if I was found worthy of love by another that I wouldn't remain in this pit, drowning on such selfishness despite such a wonderful happening, but I won't know that till it happens.
ANYWAY enough of my wall of text, what do you guys think? Have you guys struggled with similar questions about yourself or know others who may support or refute the notion entirely? It's ok to be honest. None of us are saints, especially those pretending to be
Now I could sweep this issue under the rug labeled "Depression" and say because of that, I can't and others can't accept the good things in life, but part of me feels like a part of it is a reluctance to let go of feeling bad. Yes, I know it sounds kind of crazy and it's a tad embarrassing even admitting that this could be a possibility within myself, but I feel I need to open my mind to possibilities beyond the typical stuff that we hide behind and accept that in the end, I might be a bit of a coward.
Feeling bad, sad, and all "woe is me" feels just as those words describe but on the other hand those feelings kind of surround me in a strange blanket that in some sick way is comforting. "It's a fact that I'm sad because of this, this, and that." I'm warmed by the fact that there a things that my mind can count on to be true despite the emotional toll they inevitably take upon me. Women will never like me, and while that makes me miserable, if I'm ever attracted to someone I will know for a fact that she can't be attracted to me by any means and that is a rule that can't be broken. In this chaotic world there are things I can count on to always be true. These horrible feelings caused by unfortunate truths. This is just one example of one possibility.
On a more basic level it could just be a feast of attention. We all know people do it. Cry to the world so they can keep eyes on them, get their pats on the back, and get their temporary self esteem boost because they were worthy of attention. What can I say to that? Attention feels good, and for those of us generally ignored throughout our lives, especially so. I would like to say that if I was found worthy of love by another that I wouldn't remain in this pit, drowning on such selfishness despite such a wonderful happening, but I won't know that till it happens.
ANYWAY enough of my wall of text, what do you guys think? Have you guys struggled with similar questions about yourself or know others who may support or refute the notion entirely? It's ok to be honest. None of us are saints, especially those pretending to be