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Echoes of Chaos
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maxdichtersblog · 14 days ago
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Son: "I don't know what to say, Dad. I always thought we'd have more time... more time to do everything we always talked about."
Father: "Time is a funny thing, son. Sometimes, you think you have it all, and then, suddenly, you realize you have nothing."
Son: "I... I still have so many questions, so many things I didn't understand. And you were always the answer."
Father: "You'll find your answers. I know you will. You have everything you need inside of you."
Son: "But I don't know if I'm ready, Dad. I don't know if I can go on without you by my side, telling me what to do, guiding me."
Father: "You already know what to do, son. You always have. There's nothing you need from me except to live."
Son: "I'm going to miss you. More than I can say."
Father: "And I'll be with you, son. Not the way you expect, but in a way you'll come to understand."
Son: "I... I never imagined it would be this hard. Everything feels so empty without you."
Father: "The longing will weigh on you, but it'll teach you to live in a way you never imagined. You'll see."
Son: "I hope... I really hope so."
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maxdichtersblog · 14 days ago
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The days drag on as if the weight of the world is on your shoulders, but no one sees it. Life feels like a thick fog, where the colors fade away, and the simple act of breathing becomes an effort. Time passes, but it seems to lose its meaning. Smiles become distant, like memories of something that no longer makes sense. And even though surrounded by everything, there’s an inner loneliness, an absence that seems to grow with each moment. Hope, though fragile, still tries to show itself, but gets lost in the echoes of emptiness. Each day is a silent struggle, where, despite everything, there’s still something inside of you that tries to carry on.
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maxdichtersblog · 14 days ago
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When we are at the beginning of depression, I tend to call it the beginning of death, especially when anxiety kicks in. I can say for all who feel this, it’s a daily death, where with each day, a little bit of you fades away.
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maxdichtersblog · 17 days ago
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We definitely do not understand the meaning of pain, discomfort, and fear until we truly feel them in a way that leaves no way out.
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maxdichtersblog · 18 days ago
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If I bring you motivational words, would they truly change your life, or just give you a brief dopamine spike that fades away quickly? You might be chasing an excess of dopamine to fuel the illusion that you're close to taking the first step, while forgetting to actually do what needs to be done. Just act—don’t simply feed your brain without any real action.
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maxdichtersblog · 18 days ago
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How many of the choices you've made so far were truly yours, or just reflections of what others expected of you?
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maxdichtersblog · 18 days ago
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Sometimes I wonder if I should just stay silent and let all of this eat me up, after all, maybe I really am the mistake that even I can’t handle, and I believe that, being a burden, or even a stone in the middle of the path, maybe I shouldn’t worry about what I feel, the weight I carry, or what I think. After all, I would feel selfish thinking like that, and maybe that’s it, I don’t know, I just don’t know.
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maxdichtersblog · 18 days ago
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I feel pain, anguish, sadness, and anger, but beyond that, I feel like I don’t even care about what I feel—except when it feels like I’m standing at the edge of my own end. I notice that the people around me are just living their lives while I yearn for someone to acknowledge the weight of my pain. And so, the physical pain grows, torturing me even more, hand in hand with the emotional wounds.
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maxdichtersblog · 18 days ago
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Sometimes, I feel that the whirlwind of thoughts we have, the ones that keep us awake, eats away at us more than insomnia itself.
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maxdichtersblog · 18 days ago
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We cry a lot when we are babies, fight against sleep to avoid falling asleep, and throw tantrums. But when we are adults, in the end, all we truly want is silence, a comfortable bed, a pillow, and finally, hours and hours of sleep.
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maxdichtersblog · 19 days ago
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Sometimes, the search for the meaning of life is lost in the simplicity of living it, but it is in that moment that we find the deepest answers.
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