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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

hate attention,
hate bringing others down,
hate hurting others,
hate this life,
hate seeking help,
hate my mind,
hate my thoughts,
hate the mirror,
hate myself.

@Faith-and-Hope @outlander
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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

And for that - my apologies are sent. I am fine ❣

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

@Former-Member depression or any other mental health condition  isnt the most pleasant thing

. i undestand that as do many others. your not attention seeking either your asking for help which is a big brave step so well done to you

and please dont apologise for writing what you feel. its only natural and is often a good way to  release what your saying out

big hugs to you

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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

@outlander

Sorry to take up your time x

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

@Former-Member your not taking up my time at all

if i didnt want to be here i wouldnt HeartHeart

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

I am out walking at the moment, and here on the forums @Former-Member.

It sounds like you have had a hard day, amongst many hard days. Feeling abandoned really sucks.

I have felt abandoned in my situation and it has taken a very long time to be heard. Still in the early stages of that now, and I really just want to yell out the problem at the top of my lungs ..... so hard when people can't see something that is right under their nose.

Did you say you are a journal writer ?

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Same, @Former-Member ..... I am here because I want to be ......

You're not taking up our time. We are here for you.
Former-Member
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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Have a good night you two ❣

@Faith-and-Hope @outlander
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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Stillness - often peaceful for others. Stillness - chocking me. The gaze of nothingness.

I look around. I try to breathe. The air is so thin. The air is so thin. The air is so thin. I can't breathe.

I look at flowers. I look at trees. I look at grass. I look at my dogs. I look at my cat. I look at this place I exist. Nothing feels real - reality doesn't impress me. Fantasy scares me. Everything is a fuzz, only objects and living creatures. Only. Only. Only.

I look in the mirror. This isn't me.
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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Sleep.