Encountering myself hard again which is a trend since my dark night episode. Lots of realisations, feeling ghosted and hurt because of it. Wouldnt be suprised if I would come face to face with myself like some shadow self process. The feelings of being passed, ghosted, ignored stirr up. Having a dirty smirk on my face. Feeling somewhat anti social but yet the chain is yanked.
Recognition is what I want. My mind screaming for recognition. Deep stuff. Like being pulled toward different sides simultaneously, tearing me apart. Powerlessness and sadness. Relax in it yet this does make me wanna lash out and pay everything and everyone.
In a way I feel enstranged aswell from everything and everyone like being a monster, a outcast. A predator. Sarcastic and cynical.
Inner state feels lifting, yet I notice the cycles including the cynism. another thing I face. sometimes I wonder if I'm simply re-enacting trauma without being aware of it. confusing. Its all I know probably. Feeling it all under the surface. My mirror reflection does confuse me, I see someone I dont know, perhaps, my little broken kid reflection. Coming to terms with tragedy and death. writing this is a cataclyst to another possible purging. Tragedy. Something deep burried in my psyche, its actually all pretty sad.
"he was happy, he should be here" The responsibilities, writing it all out like a description of something other. Its making me face the realness, I'm confused, a lost kid at this point. a tragedy of me growing up. Like waking up to an extent if there is something like that. Wondering about my humanity, the shutted off, the part of me I see as a monster, or, rather, identifies as a monster. Wounds and more wounds. tired, wanting to sleep forever in a peacefull way, releasing my final breath and yet knowing it all goes on. perhaps its a cursed life in a way. all things touched upon, rapidly surface, like, all the cliché's come to the surface.
I also never cry in front of people, its to vulnerable to me, I uphold an image, a mission. A responsibility that blocks me from people loving me. even if they love me, even if people love me, I am still feeling lonely, like a massive wall thrown up. I rather die and perish then letting come close to me. Its deepgrained. I fucking hate it and despise it, myself even to an extent. Im cursed.
It gives me physical tension headache aswell, starting after I had the cry fest yesterday when I released many tears, and now writing this aswell causes these headaches.
Recognition is what I want. My mind screaming for recognition. Deep stuff. Like being pulled toward different sides simultaneously, tearing me apart. Powerlessness and sadness. Relax in it yet this does make me wanna lash out and pay everything and everyone.
In a way I feel enstranged aswell from everything and everyone like being a monster, a outcast. A predator. Sarcastic and cynical.
Inner state feels lifting, yet I notice the cycles including the cynism. another thing I face. sometimes I wonder if I'm simply re-enacting trauma without being aware of it. confusing. Its all I know probably. Feeling it all under the surface. My mirror reflection does confuse me, I see someone I dont know, perhaps, my little broken kid reflection. Coming to terms with tragedy and death. writing this is a cataclyst to another possible purging. Tragedy. Something deep burried in my psyche, its actually all pretty sad.
"he was happy, he should be here" The responsibilities, writing it all out like a description of something other. Its making me face the realness, I'm confused, a lost kid at this point. a tragedy of me growing up. Like waking up to an extent if there is something like that. Wondering about my humanity, the shutted off, the part of me I see as a monster, or, rather, identifies as a monster. Wounds and more wounds. tired, wanting to sleep forever in a peacefull way, releasing my final breath and yet knowing it all goes on. perhaps its a cursed life in a way. all things touched upon, rapidly surface, like, all the cliché's come to the surface.
I also never cry in front of people, its to vulnerable to me, I uphold an image, a mission. A responsibility that blocks me from people loving me. even if they love me, even if people love me, I am still feeling lonely, like a massive wall thrown up. I rather die and perish then letting come close to me. Its deepgrained. I fucking hate it and despise it, myself even to an extent. Im cursed.
It gives me physical tension headache aswell, starting after I had the cry fest yesterday when I released many tears, and now writing this aswell causes these headaches.
The trials you encounter will introduce you to your strengths. - epictetus