My God, My God, Why Have You Forsaken Me?

I had to endure everything alone so I’m sorry that I don’t know how to ask for help or even accept it

You know what people don’t talk about often enough? Playing catch up in life after spending your teens or early 20s suicidally depressed. There’s so many more layers than just being able to say “I don’t want to die anymore.”

The difficulty in academia or a career after spending years thinking you wouldn’t be alive long enough for any of it to matter.

The exhaustion that comes from self awareness and self soothing, with the constant voice in your head saying “don’t go backwards.”

How lonely it is to watch the people your age starting families when you’re just barely learning what stable relationships are, and the sudden societal pressure of being “up against a clock” for these kinds of things.

The judgement from others if you change your image or interests this late in the game just because you finally figured out who you really are under the demons.

Be kind to those who are developing and blooming after years of not planning on being here long. We are living a life we absolutely didn’t think we’d have, and it’s hard enough without society reminding us there’s expectations of our age.

We didn’t get to be young; we were too busy fighting battles few know.

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overgrown

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THUNDER BURNING QUICKLY TURNING KNIFE OF WORDS IS DRIVING ME INSANE //

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Will Wood was right everything is a lot

rotting

Experiencing Derealization and impending doom suddenly at the same time is fucking wild.

Lovely fruit

Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice