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I don't get this sudden rush of hoplessness and guilt that I'm experencing.
I feel like nothing I do matters. Am I even real? I don't know, I think I'm a lie, I'm not really here. I can't ground myself, I only know one way, I don't like this. I'm going to cave, I have to come back to earth, I have to prove I'm real. I just want to curl up in a ball and cry, my chest is so tight, I can't feel anything except the instense tight feeling in my chest. Make it go away.... ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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![]() It's hard to believe that you are real when you can't feel it. But I see your posts. So you must be real.
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“We should always pray for help, but we should always listen for inspiration and impression to proceed in ways different from those we may have thought of.” – John H. Groberg ![]() |
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((((((((((((( Silversparrow ))))))))))))))
![]() ![]() ![]() love, Fuzzy
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Your real. Hang on. Ride the wave out just hold on and let it pass. ((holds your hand tight so you can feel real))
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How are you Silver??? THinking of you on this night.
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Thank you everyone, last night was rough because of all the noise and I kinda of started to dissassocaite. I ended up self injuring, but today is a new day with less noise and a new beginning. I hope I can find someone to cover my shift at work, I've been sick the past three days with a viruis and running a 101 fever yet I have to work or I'll lose my job.
Ha, laugh is on them when everyone gets sick because they made me work. ((((((((((((((((everyone))))))))))))))))))) |
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(((((Silver)))))
I hope today is going better for you. Try to rest and recover, and be gentle with yourself. Take care of yourself and stay safe, ![]() ![]() ![]() J
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"One by one, as they march, our comrades vanish from our sight, seized by the silent orders of omnipotent death. Very brief is the time in which we can help them, in which their happiness or misery is decided. Be it ours to shed sunshine on their path, to lighten their sorrows by the balm of sympathy, to give them the pure joy of a never-tiring affection, to stregthen failing courage, to instill faith in hours of despair." -Bertrand Russell With love and hope, <~/J\~> |
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