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Wir machen Skelette zu Göttinnen, und schauen sie an, als ob sie uns beibringen könnten, keine Bedürfnisse mehr zu haben.
I’m getting ready to give up *TW*
I’m trying to stay strong, but I’m about to snap. The only person that understands 95% of the things I go through is gone. I have people in my life that care, but it’s difficult for them to help. They can’t wrap their head around what’s going on with me. They can’t magically understand my hypersensitivity, my desperate need to feel like I belong, or my extreme fears of people. I don’t blame them. Most of the time I don’t get it either.
I had this amazing mini-trip the other night and I figured everything out. I felt in the end that everything was going to be ok. I remembered my hopes and dreams. I hadn’t thought about any of that in a long while. It was wonderful. I woke up the next morning in a terrifying, body clenching panic attack. And just like that, my hope and joy disappeared. I can’t get it back. It was just the high. I was stupid to think that I could be happy and not be this black wormhole of fear and loneliness. I want this pain to stop. I keep telling myself that life isn’t supposed to be easy, but it’s not helping me feel any less pain or any more hope. I have to hold on until this goes away, somehow. So far it hasn’t gone away. It’s too deep to feel like it ever will go away.