Blacksheep
Master Don Juan
It seems it's just like a matter of time, so depression come at my door again and then hit harder again. I can't choose as harder as I try, it just come and I have to handle that one more time.
I had a dream: "I was living the collapse of the World and economy. All the presidents had fallen and got crazy... People were dying. I called my ex girlfriend and a friend of her got the phone and told she had died, just took some pills and died. Then I started to cry and wanted to die too, cause I couldn't handle that."
I started missing her some days ago. I still have feelings for her, and sometimes I question myself that my fears might have fcked everything. Or it might be only guilt or some stupid feeling.
All this madness that has happened in my family over the years seems to have led to internal dissociation.
It is as if I do not know what is truth or lie. Lately there have been so many truths that have hit my face that I got lost in it. People I believed wanted my good, in the end they didn't. I don't know if I can even trust myself.
I should hate my dad for the things he did for years, but I just can't do it. My therapist says that even the good times as a child were because at that time he didn't have to worry about me, as I was easily shaped and manipulated and didn't became a threat to that. Things got bad when I started saying no. And damn, it's like being emotionally crushed and then being thrown away like trash.
And these relationships that went wrong, the pains that I may have caused someone ... it seems that everything is somehow due to these things that I carry from the past and that I experienced.
I fight hard in order to resolve these things and become better. But the harder I fight, the stronger the current pulls me into the abyss.
These wounds have been taking my strength away. I wish I could rest and have a little peace of it all.
I had a dream: "I was living the collapse of the World and economy. All the presidents had fallen and got crazy... People were dying. I called my ex girlfriend and a friend of her got the phone and told she had died, just took some pills and died. Then I started to cry and wanted to die too, cause I couldn't handle that."
I started missing her some days ago. I still have feelings for her, and sometimes I question myself that my fears might have fcked everything. Or it might be only guilt or some stupid feeling.
All this madness that has happened in my family over the years seems to have led to internal dissociation.
It is as if I do not know what is truth or lie. Lately there have been so many truths that have hit my face that I got lost in it. People I believed wanted my good, in the end they didn't. I don't know if I can even trust myself.
I should hate my dad for the things he did for years, but I just can't do it. My therapist says that even the good times as a child were because at that time he didn't have to worry about me, as I was easily shaped and manipulated and didn't became a threat to that. Things got bad when I started saying no. And damn, it's like being emotionally crushed and then being thrown away like trash.
And these relationships that went wrong, the pains that I may have caused someone ... it seems that everything is somehow due to these things that I carry from the past and that I experienced.
I fight hard in order to resolve these things and become better. But the harder I fight, the stronger the current pulls me into the abyss.
These wounds have been taking my strength away. I wish I could rest and have a little peace of it all.