Does it ever really make you angry that life never apologizes for being unfair? I feel so little and insignificant in a world that is fucking wild insane. I have definitely no control. I need to settle everything. I need to fix the harm. Wouldn’t someone be able to simply assume liability for how messed up things are? Continue reading “Apocalyptic Hurt and Pain”
I don’t typically name my antidepressants on this blog, since meds influence everybody differently, yet I’m naming this still: Cymbalta. I’ve been on it for around five years, I think, however man, it has not assisted me enough to warrant this kind of suffering in tapering off of it. Continue reading “How Antidepressant Withdrawal Feels Like”
I feel so sad. I feel so hopeless. I feel broken and alone and fucking frightened. I feel tired. I feel frustrated. I feel so angry. I feel confused. I feel forgotten. I feel lonely. I feel hungry. I feel exhausted.
I know the explanations for these emotions. I could clarify the purposes behind whatever is left of my life. A few reasons cover, some aren’t reasonable. Most aren’t reasonable. Continue reading “Naming Your Feelings to Own Them”