Megamickel
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Re: My chest - I'm clearing it.
I tend to disagree - I think dreams are a way for our mind to creatively explore pathways it can't in real life for fear of injury or something else, though they may not be relative to anything happening.
That being said, I do think there is something to be said about these recurring dreams, if only because they all stick with me the way they have.
But ladies and gents, I really, really appreciate the words you've shared. It's.... well, it means more than I can say. I'm not going to lie, I'm screwed up in the head right now. I've been having thoughts of suicide for the past couple weeks. Everything in my life is fucked at the moment (most of it is my own doing)... I'm fucking up in school, I've completely wrecked my personal life, and my romantic life... well, I'm too much of a coward to have one. Only thing I haven't managed to ruin is my job... Yep, I'll probably be stuck with a shitty part-time job at a drugstore for the rest of my life. On top of the shit I've always taken for being, well, me, I've been giving myself shit. I've pretty much given up on myself, and I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
I'm scared, to tell the truth. That's hard as hell for me to admit, but... it's true. I'm scared of the direction my life has taken. I started smoking, I've been drinking a lot more heavily... I tried pot. Something I swore I'd never do. And I enjoyed it, because it took away the stress. I'm spiraling downward and I don't know how to pull up. And why can't I talk to someone in real life? The only family around me right now is, well... I don't feel comfortable talking with, and my friends are... Who am I kidding, I have no friends near me anymore. I need help, but I'm afraid of the answers help might bring. I'm afraid of responsibility, and I'm not ready to be an adult. I'm still just a big kid inside, and that may be my utter undoing.
I tend to disagree - I think dreams are a way for our mind to creatively explore pathways it can't in real life for fear of injury or something else, though they may not be relative to anything happening.
That being said, I do think there is something to be said about these recurring dreams, if only because they all stick with me the way they have.
But ladies and gents, I really, really appreciate the words you've shared. It's.... well, it means more than I can say. I'm not going to lie, I'm screwed up in the head right now. I've been having thoughts of suicide for the past couple weeks. Everything in my life is fucked at the moment (most of it is my own doing)... I'm fucking up in school, I've completely wrecked my personal life, and my romantic life... well, I'm too much of a coward to have one. Only thing I haven't managed to ruin is my job... Yep, I'll probably be stuck with a shitty part-time job at a drugstore for the rest of my life. On top of the shit I've always taken for being, well, me, I've been giving myself shit. I've pretty much given up on myself, and I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
I'm scared, to tell the truth. That's hard as hell for me to admit, but... it's true. I'm scared of the direction my life has taken. I started smoking, I've been drinking a lot more heavily... I tried pot. Something I swore I'd never do. And I enjoyed it, because it took away the stress. I'm spiraling downward and I don't know how to pull up. And why can't I talk to someone in real life? The only family around me right now is, well... I don't feel comfortable talking with, and my friends are... Who am I kidding, I have no friends near me anymore. I need help, but I'm afraid of the answers help might bring. I'm afraid of responsibility, and I'm not ready to be an adult. I'm still just a big kid inside, and that may be my utter undoing.