I just tonight finally realized I'm not mentally well.
And this isn't to say I'm not the Riddler or anything else, so go away if you're gonna start that.
Because I am a witness to greater realities, but they are a mystery and aren't easy to live with, even physically.
Whatever you want to call it, though, the point is I'm not well. And it helps me tremendously to be able to acknowledge this.
I had considered it all a feat of endurance or something, but no...I'm just sick. A constant barrage of self-accusations, hearing other voices name call, and just this terrible pressure in my head like the oceans of conscious awareness broiling in my brain... I really would compare myself to a human pinball.
And I can see why now I'm not welcomed like other people, or given the same class or consideration...they can, you can, all probably sense that something isn't right. I wouldn't say I'm good at hiding it so much as I try to be normal and fight it.
But yeah...dark, fucking dark times for me. A brighter future ahead, though, even though, yeah, I've also got to come to terms with how I've behaved through all of this and the fact I really am quite ordinary.
This isn't to say I'm not psychically aware, cause I totally am, but it's physically and mentally painful and draining.
And you know, when your head and spine are in persistent discomfort, it deadens your emotions, too. I don't feel appropriately towards much of anything.
But anyway, here's to a step in the right direction! I'm not well! Hear me world?! I'm sick! Sick! Demented! My brain hurts!
And this isn't to say I'm not the Riddler or anything else, so go away if you're gonna start that.
Because I am a witness to greater realities, but they are a mystery and aren't easy to live with, even physically.
Whatever you want to call it, though, the point is I'm not well. And it helps me tremendously to be able to acknowledge this.
I had considered it all a feat of endurance or something, but no...I'm just sick. A constant barrage of self-accusations, hearing other voices name call, and just this terrible pressure in my head like the oceans of conscious awareness broiling in my brain... I really would compare myself to a human pinball.
And I can see why now I'm not welcomed like other people, or given the same class or consideration...they can, you can, all probably sense that something isn't right. I wouldn't say I'm good at hiding it so much as I try to be normal and fight it.
But yeah...dark, fucking dark times for me. A brighter future ahead, though, even though, yeah, I've also got to come to terms with how I've behaved through all of this and the fact I really am quite ordinary.
This isn't to say I'm not psychically aware, cause I totally am, but it's physically and mentally painful and draining.
And you know, when your head and spine are in persistent discomfort, it deadens your emotions, too. I don't feel appropriately towards much of anything.
But anyway, here's to a step in the right direction! I'm not well! Hear me world?! I'm sick! Sick! Demented! My brain hurts!
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