you know what I’m sick of hearing?
is being told to let things “go”
I was on the phone with a friend earlier, and I was talking to them about this burden I feel I carry from my parents who both passed, and they said to just “let it go”
It’s so much easier said than done, you don’t get to tell someone their pain is “temporary”. Since that’s what “let it go” is insinuating. I don’t care if “life goes on” let me process, feel, and heal in my own time. We all work at different paces, hardly ever the same. Tragedy comes in so many forms. So many of us have different “coping mechanisms” to helps us through it, while others wing it, blindly. Some of us take longer to get in control of our emotions. We act out of anger, out of sadness.
I’m quite sick of drinking to feel better, just to wake up with a pounding migraine, dry throat, with 10 minutes to get to work. Or sleepless nights like one today, and the day before. My brain feels like it’s hardly functioning at this point.
I feel so attached to this website, I hate it. It has brought me nothing but pure disappointment. And hurt. Yet here I am, still on it, actively posting. I feel so crowded inside myself, I need to get out. Especially out of sw. The person who introduced me to this website, gave me nothing but anger, and hurt, for years now, so I don’t know why I expected differently from some of the people on this website.
Not all of you are terrible though. A lot of you have made me laugh so hard, I came close to an asthma attack. A lot of you I have had some deeper talks, and those I genuinely appreciate. Some of us were more casual, which I’m also grateful for, you guys are the people that keep this place alive, and full. Wouldn’t be the same without any of you.
And that is my rant phew
I was on the phone with a friend earlier, and I was talking to them about this burden I feel I carry from my parents who both passed, and they said to just “let it go”
It’s so much easier said than done, you don’t get to tell someone their pain is “temporary”. Since that’s what “let it go” is insinuating. I don’t care if “life goes on” let me process, feel, and heal in my own time. We all work at different paces, hardly ever the same. Tragedy comes in so many forms. So many of us have different “coping mechanisms” to helps us through it, while others wing it, blindly. Some of us take longer to get in control of our emotions. We act out of anger, out of sadness.
I’m quite sick of drinking to feel better, just to wake up with a pounding migraine, dry throat, with 10 minutes to get to work. Or sleepless nights like one today, and the day before. My brain feels like it’s hardly functioning at this point.
I feel so attached to this website, I hate it. It has brought me nothing but pure disappointment. And hurt. Yet here I am, still on it, actively posting. I feel so crowded inside myself, I need to get out. Especially out of sw. The person who introduced me to this website, gave me nothing but anger, and hurt, for years now, so I don’t know why I expected differently from some of the people on this website.
Not all of you are terrible though. A lot of you have made me laugh so hard, I came close to an asthma attack. A lot of you I have had some deeper talks, and those I genuinely appreciate. Some of us were more casual, which I’m also grateful for, you guys are the people that keep this place alive, and full. Wouldn’t be the same without any of you.
And that is my rant phew
22-25, F
