SpectacledScienceCat
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I'm alone with every part of myself that I don't want to be left alone with -- It's like everything once good about me got caught in this great big ******* mesh-wire sieve, leaving only the worst things to plummet through.
And this has been happening for a while. And it's becoming more and more difficult to find anything redeeming in myself.
All I am is my regret, my guilt, my shame, my despair.
I relate somewhat with Esther Greenwood when she describes her depression like ".....being stuffed farther and farther into a black, airless sack with no way out."
But it's not entirely like that, because sometimes it seems as if there actually is a way out -- It's just that I've struggled and struggled so much already that I don't know if I have the energy left to reach it.
And, everything just feels so wrong, because I shouldn't be here. I should be able to get myself out. But I can't.
And this has been happening for a while. And it's becoming more and more difficult to find anything redeeming in myself.
All I am is my regret, my guilt, my shame, my despair.
I relate somewhat with Esther Greenwood when she describes her depression like ".....being stuffed farther and farther into a black, airless sack with no way out."
But it's not entirely like that, because sometimes it seems as if there actually is a way out -- It's just that I've struggled and struggled so much already that I don't know if I have the energy left to reach it.
And, everything just feels so wrong, because I shouldn't be here. I should be able to get myself out. But I can't.