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I really need someone to talk to...
It's 5pm on a Saturday evening and I'm sitting at my computer screen. It's kinda funny to think that most of my most personal inner thoughts have been transmitted into the world via a computer screen.
It's something I call "The Separation Principle": If there is a screen separating you from the experience that you are confronting, then it isn't real. It's the thing that allows snipers to kill without seeing their target as a real person. Well, I'm having that experience right now with my thoughts.
Every year around this time, I have a massive drop in emotions and feelings. I have MASSIVE depressive episodes and I self harm more than I do at any other time of year. Well, that time is upon me. I can feel it washing over me like a wave on a beach... and I'm drowning.
My wife is sleeping. Her MS Medication has made her fall asleep on the sofa, so I covered her up with a blanket and gave her a kiss on the forehead. This bit isn't important to the post, but to me, details like this make me still believe that life is worth living.
Anyway, I'm sat here and I'm thinking that perhaps things in the world are getting worse... I live in a time that I have never belonged to. It's like I was born way way too early. Like this isn't the time I was meant to be born into. I have never felt like I was alive and this may have something to do with the fact that I have never felt like anything was worth living for.
I was have never had a mind that was geared toward reality and this may have something to do with me now being a writer, a director, a (now) professional photographer, a videographer... I've never felt like I belonged to this reality or any other. I am petrified of the real world. I can't handle it and never have been able to handle it. My wife tries to help me with this but she knows that she can't.
This year, I've been in the Daleham Garden Crisis House twice and bless them, they tried, but like many things in this world, they don't have the resources. Not sure why this detail is important, but the little things always are.
This next sentence is the most difficult one I've ever wrote: I would like dearly to leave this world behind and not care about the people I leave because I sincerely believe that they can be free of me and my mental problems. How ****ed up must that sound.
I guess that sometimes, the best thing that we as a species can do is love.
All we need is love and in the end, it's all we have left when the civilisations and the buildings and the governments are gone...
Love.
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