I'm always in two minds about being honest here.
1. It always seems like attention seeking
2. It never helps in any way, shape or form.
3. It could be used by someone to prejudice some future outcome against me.
But then to counter all of that I mostly just don't care and so will go ahead anyhow!
Firstly my head is a confusing mess and I won't claim to have any insights about my own behaviour. Maybe I don't spend enough time trying to get to the root causes of my actions or thought patterns.
But my behaviour is broadly categorised as "self-destructive" and "self-sabotage". Why would anyone behave that way? I don't know. Do I find misery comforting? I don't think so. Do I not want to do anything because it would involve sustained effort, and it's easier to just deliberately fail? I think that's part of it.
Do I not commit to sustained effort because I'm afraid of failing? I think that's another part of it.
Do I not want to be happy? Well I don't know what happiness would feel like or how I would deal with it. Sounds ludicrous, right? Well I know unhappiness. I know apathy. I know how to deal with being unfulfilled, lonely. The constant feeling of emptiness is familiar. Am I just afraid of unfamiliar things? Yes, for sure. Fear of the unknown. Fear that the unknown will bring worse misery than the constant, but familiar misery of just drifting along in hopeless surrender.
I know I should make some effort to try to climb out of this hole. But I won't. I'll just make a comfy nest at the bottom of the hole, and look for reasons not to do anything at all. Or worse, I'll dig the hole a little deeper. Because it's easier to go down. And if you self-sabotage you can never be wrong. You knew you'd always be unhappy. You knew you were a poor excuse for a human being. You can't be wrong if you do all you can to resist being happy.
But am I even capable of being a normal person. How do I know I'm not just irredeemably broken? What benefit to believing this... none. Have to find some way to be hopeful first... or just force myself to do something and realise that hope is a luxury anyhow. What matter is taking action, not the belief that the action will yield results?
Just do something? Worry about believing in yourself another day?
People may not understand the complete and total absence of hope. How it cripples you and prevents you from wanting to achieve anything. How it makes you unable to feel joy.
I've stopped doing things I thought I enjoyed because I don't really enjoy them. Can't enjoy them. Everything is a waste of time but my time isn't valuable. But I can't do anything right now. Nothing seems worth doing. Nothing seems worth doing. At all. That's a strange place to be. It's where I live.
1. It always seems like attention seeking
2. It never helps in any way, shape or form.
3. It could be used by someone to prejudice some future outcome against me.
But then to counter all of that I mostly just don't care and so will go ahead anyhow!
Firstly my head is a confusing mess and I won't claim to have any insights about my own behaviour. Maybe I don't spend enough time trying to get to the root causes of my actions or thought patterns.
But my behaviour is broadly categorised as "self-destructive" and "self-sabotage". Why would anyone behave that way? I don't know. Do I find misery comforting? I don't think so. Do I not want to do anything because it would involve sustained effort, and it's easier to just deliberately fail? I think that's part of it.
Do I not commit to sustained effort because I'm afraid of failing? I think that's another part of it.
Do I not want to be happy? Well I don't know what happiness would feel like or how I would deal with it. Sounds ludicrous, right? Well I know unhappiness. I know apathy. I know how to deal with being unfulfilled, lonely. The constant feeling of emptiness is familiar. Am I just afraid of unfamiliar things? Yes, for sure. Fear of the unknown. Fear that the unknown will bring worse misery than the constant, but familiar misery of just drifting along in hopeless surrender.
I know I should make some effort to try to climb out of this hole. But I won't. I'll just make a comfy nest at the bottom of the hole, and look for reasons not to do anything at all. Or worse, I'll dig the hole a little deeper. Because it's easier to go down. And if you self-sabotage you can never be wrong. You knew you'd always be unhappy. You knew you were a poor excuse for a human being. You can't be wrong if you do all you can to resist being happy.
But am I even capable of being a normal person. How do I know I'm not just irredeemably broken? What benefit to believing this... none. Have to find some way to be hopeful first... or just force myself to do something and realise that hope is a luxury anyhow. What matter is taking action, not the belief that the action will yield results?
Just do something? Worry about believing in yourself another day?
People may not understand the complete and total absence of hope. How it cripples you and prevents you from wanting to achieve anything. How it makes you unable to feel joy.
I've stopped doing things I thought I enjoyed because I don't really enjoy them. Can't enjoy them. Everything is a waste of time but my time isn't valuable. But I can't do anything right now. Nothing seems worth doing. Nothing seems worth doing. At all. That's a strange place to be. It's where I live.