"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
Totally agree - they are what I term "tortured souls".
People/friends just cannot get thru. You are beyond tears, despair, there is NO HOPE whatsoever - you have been there before - you know things don't actually get better - just different. You cannot will or think yourself well. You are separated from everyone and everything - like not on this earth but in a "holding/waiting area". You don't feel any emotion whatsoever.
4-5 years ago I was in that state - my mentor and good friend said right out she loved me, as did many others and she named them also said hey you have combatted alcoholism and drug addiction and stopped smoking - my response so fn what it means nothing, she did not want to see me go - I never felt that love, it never got thru, basically with no disrespect it did not touch me at all - she called the CAT Team - well the silly retarded "6week" trained counsellors turned up 3 hours later - and because I can speak very well, fooled them entirely - do you know they didn't even check my car - where they would have found everything to do the job - complete down to the music I had chosen. FFS - I know if I was a counsellor I sure as hell know the questions to ask and could identify with the client. I drove half an hour home went to bed - had to wait til flatmate was asleep and I gave it one hour - I said right if there's a fkn god then you better get ya shit together and help me - I've had it. Now of course I hadn't been sleeping at all - and it was like I was knocked unconscious! Fell asleep - crisis over.
Fk knows why this god/universe wants me here cos did my life get any better NO - it proceeded to deal me the biggest blow and I had thought I had had more than enough of those (as did my friends who would often say christ when are you going to get a break). I'm sick of hearing all these things make you strong - yeah I'm so fn strong its not funny - has it made me happy??What is so great about being so strong?? Now that subject could open up a whole new one but I won't go there.
I hit another rock bottom in 06, cot death, moving cities, a pathological lying ex, bad motorbike accident, death of 2 close friends, finding a new job and accommodation in a new city - anyway I knew a decision had to be made once and for all. I give recovery my all or end it. I knew no-one could help - I had approached my Dr and was put in the mental health system. They gave me a young "6week" trained counsellor who I met once and knew intuitively she had no fn idea and couldn't help me - I proceeded to tell her what plan of action I intended to take - was there anything she could suggest or add. NO. This is not meant to sound arrogant - it is just that I had been in this place before but it gets worse each time. I worked my arse off - yes to the person who started this thread - I was all on my own, I do not have a loving supportive family - hadn't made many new friends here due to just moving - had no support network - 2 friends I thought I could rely on - vanished. I finally got my bike back after bad accident 4 months before and packed a tent and toured up north island. Met a couple of kiwibikers who were obviously put in my path to offer wise counsel. The rest is history. I live one day at a time - I am lucky to follow a 12 step program, it all comes from within. I give thanks on a daily basis for all that I have now. Things that money can't buy. My personal freedom. Freedom from the bondage of self. Peace and Serenity and friends.
Actions speak louder than words or good intentions
He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up. - Paul Keating
My friend, who later hung himself, painted a picture another friend (who also hung herself), named 'Tortured soul on life's lonely highway'. People who saw it thought it was ugly and didn't know why I kept it.
Even without the history of said painting, I thought it was an awesome piece of art. It was dark and fiery, acrylic on rough, warped board with a wooden frame from an old style bathroom mirror or window I think.
My fondest memory of this guy is walking the dog belonging to said person who named the painting, lying on our backs on a sports field, smoking, looking up at the clouds.
RIP S and C.
The trick is to be quiet around the people you know will make you feel a dork and be as active as possible with like minded individuals.
I have a few good friends. Not many fair weather friends.
Never more than I can count on one hand.
If feel really comfy at Kiwibiker events but like a freak with the norms.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here. QWQ
Instead of allowing social gatherings to scare you, learn to handle them. You be surprised how much it changes life.
Do a course in public speaking.
Read daily papers so that you are up to speed re what is going on so you can contribute to conversations.
Have an opinion.
Realise that you are interesting! Do you paint, write, ride a bike, compete, help a non-profit organisation, feed homeless kids, save endangered snails, etc?
Wear something that becomes an discussing topic; jewellery, watch, glasses, a different top...
Have something with you that is interesting and you care about: A pin on your collar that is a mark you support a cause, latest technology, an article, a photo...
If you have a problem with drink, DONT DRINK!!
Before you go, have a shower, make your self look nice, put on clothes you consider nice, smell nice (will do wonders for your self esteem)
Have underwear and socks w/o holes!!
Learn to listen. You do not always have to be a contributor.
And remember: Who cares after 100 years.
Actions speak louder than words or good intentions
He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up. - Paul Keating
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