doomedfromthewombfr

[doomedfromthewombfr]

There’s a loneliness that words can’t reach, and that’s where I live most of the time

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I don’t want to die, but I don’t know how to live in a world that feels so relentlessly indifferent to my existence

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The mirror doesn’t lie- it simply reflects someone I’ve never known how to love

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My biggest fear isn’t dying alone- it’s living unseen and unloved, as if I were never here at all

[doomedfromthewombfr]

I don’t need much, just a whisper of love, a glance, a touch- please, anything to keep me from feeling invisible

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Please, love me like I matter, like I’m worth the air I breathe

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I am the ocean’s cry against the shore, a ceaseless yearning for something that only destroys me

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I despise the way my heart crawls on its knees, begging to be held, as if I’m nothing without someone’s touch

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I post because I can’t scream. I write because my chest can’t hold the weight. I share because silence never saved anyone

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PSA: I can’t believe I even have to say this, as up until today, I’ve had the most wonderful experience here- Shaming someone for sharing their struggles online says far more about you than it ever will about them and it will not be tolerated.

If someone’s post about their pain makes you uncomfortable, maybe ask yourself why. Is it because it reminds you of something you’d rather not face? Or because you think suffering belongs in silence, swept neatly under a rug?

People share to survive, to feel seen, to connect in a world that often makes us feel invisible. Mocking that doesn’t make you stronger- it just makes you cruel.

If you don’t understand someone’s pain, keep scrolling. But don’t come into their space to add to their burden. This isn’t just for me; it’s for anyone brave enough to speak their truth in a world that keeps telling us to shut up.

[doomedfromthewombfr]

I wrote about feeling lost and useless, and someone decided to comment, “What’s the point of posting this on social media? Why write these things? You only talk about the same things, get over yourself ”

For a moment, I felt a flush of shame, like maybe they were right. Like maybe pouring my soul into words and throwing them into the void made me pathetic. But then anger rose- sharp and justified. Who are they to tell me what to do with my pain? To make me feel small for surviving in the only way I know how?

I blocked them. Not because their words destroyed me, but because I don’t owe anyone my vulnerability neatly packaged or easily ignored. This is my corner and I’ve made it clear what to expect in my intro. I write because I’d drown in my silence. I post because someone out there might read it and think, same. And even if they don’t? It’s not for them, which is fine.

They made me question myself for a second, but here’s the truth: my pain isn’t here to be palatable. It isn’t here to make anyone comfortable. If it makes someone squirm, that says more about them than me. Let them choke on their shame for not understanding. I’ll keep writing. I’ll keep screaming into the void.

Because the point is survival- and survival isn’t tidy, but it’s mine.

[doomedfromthewombfr]

Fellow humans, it’s like my brain flipped a fucking switch. All the feeling, color, pleasure has been sucked out of my life. Anhedonia is back and I don’t know what to do. This is my least favorite of all my issues. Does anyone else relate? Anyone have any tips, tricks, advice on how to get through this?? Im desperate to feel anything and terrified it’s here to stay forever

[doomedfromthewombfr]

It’s like I’m stuck in a world where everything is muted, and I forgot how to turn the volume back up

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Anhedonia sucks.

[doomedfromthewombfr]

I don’t need a villain in my life. I am my villain. The enemy is me, the chaos is me, the reason I can’t find peace is me