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arsenicisaddictive · 2 months
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If dying were easier I'd have done it already
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arsenicisaddictive · 3 months
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Turns out this is called Emotional Blunting, and it’s a side effect of my antidepressant.
I find myself feeling this perpetual numb indifference; sure I can laugh and I don’t know if I can cry, but it’s like there’s nothing out there that can bother me.
And it’s not the hollow cold of depression, it’s just continually flat emotions where nothing really matters, but not in an unhappy way, just an inability to care way.
I don’t know how I feel about it, but all I know is I barely feel at all, and it’s weird because it bothers me but also doesn’t because there’s nothing that matters to me anymore.
Honestly, depression might’ve been better than this flat indifference, because at least then I knew I was missing something. Now I’m just a low static hum of non-existent emotion.
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arsenicisaddictive · 3 months
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I find myself feeling this perpetual numb indifference; sure I can laugh and I don’t know if I can cry, but it’s like there’s nothing out there that can bother me.
And it’s not the hollow cold of depression, it’s just continually flat emotions where nothing really matters, but not in an unhappy way, just an inability to care way.
I don’t know how I feel about it, but all I know is I barely feel at all, and it’s weird because it bothers me but also doesn’t because there’s nothing that matters to me anymore.
Honestly, depression might’ve been better than this flat indifference, because at least then I knew I was missing something. Now I’m just a low static hum of non-existent emotion.
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arsenicisaddictive · 4 months
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Forgetting about your scars and then seeing them again and feeling like you’ve been punched in the chest.
I have days where I can’t live without them and I have days where I wish I could go just one day without the world having to see my scars and judge me for them.
I’m stuck with these for the rest of my life and I don’t hate them but I do
and I hate when people mention them and I can’t mention them myself even though it’s been over a year and I’m doing so much better but I just can’t talk about them, now and maybe ever and I don’t know how that makes me feel
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arsenicisaddictive · 4 months
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It just takes one stupid thing to remember and then it all comes rushing back
I can’t even Look at clothes that remind me of the hospital because it was the worst part of my life and I never want to go back
But I’m worried it’s inevitable
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arsenicisaddictive · 5 months
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I just reread a post I made the other day and
Knowing I’m never going to get better doesn’t make my head hurt any less.
I want to scream and shake people until they understand that the chronic part of my illness doesn’t make it hurt any less; you don’t stop feeling the pain, you don’t stop suffering, you don’t hurt any less than anyone else.
You just learn to live with it cause you don’t have a fucking choice
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arsenicisaddictive · 6 months
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The thing about chronic illnesses
Is you end up mourning yourself
The pieces you lost to your sickness
And the parts of life you’re never getting back
And even though you’re still living
You’ve had to experience some kind of death
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arsenicisaddictive · 7 months
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Chronic illnesses are wishing you’d get better and knowing you won’t and then accepting that you’re not going to get better and having to live with the fact that you never will.
Knowing I’m never going to get better doesn’t make my head hurt any less
“For a while, everything ached and then a little voice inside of me said, “Hey, you have to do something other than hurt all the time." And I said, "I know. I know. I’m trying.”
— Sue Zhao
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arsenicisaddictive · 7 months
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From that post by @inkskinned that has me in a chokehold
I send this to my friends sometimes because it means more than I love you and more than I care about you
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arsenicisaddictive · 7 months
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It’s like one night someone came and tore me apart and I never worked out how to fit back together again
It’s like losing yourself overnight and then never being able to find yourself again
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arsenicisaddictive · 7 months
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life is just one ibuprofen after the other
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arsenicisaddictive · 8 months
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I think I’m losing my ability to write and that terrifies me
I don’t think anything has ever terrified me more
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arsenicisaddictive · 11 months
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I’m not really tired but I still want to sleep
And I’m not really feeling anything but it doesn’t bother me
I’m just that bone-deep tired that no sleep can fix
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arsenicisaddictive · 11 months
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The compulsive urge to apologise and the terrifying weight of being a burden
My anxiety is so heavy in my chest that it’s choking me
It’s like someone’s put a weight in the middle of my ribs and I can never quite reach it
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arsenicisaddictive · 1 year
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Getting out of it comes with the fear of going back
It’s been so long; what happens if I relapse?
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arsenicisaddictive · 1 year
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Wanting to believe in good people but also believing that you must suffer to experience some good
in other words this cool classmate at uni who’s sorta being a mentor is also consistently misgendering me and ow
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arsenicisaddictive · 2 years
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I think people forget that always being in pain doesn’t make it hurt any less or doesn’t make you get used to it
It just means you’re in pain.
I guess I’m just sick of people forgetting that I wake up every day and suffer
And I’m just sick of being in pain
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