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I forgot to fill my prescription. How is it that I always forget something that makes such an impact on my life? Without it, I am not myself. or am I more myself? Who is to say that depression and anxiety aren't characteristics as opposed to mental illness? A chemical imbalance of the brain. That's how the doctors describe it. That's how we describe it, To make ourselves feel less ashamed. So I forgot to fill my prescription. Sometimes I think I forget purposefully. Is it possible to cautiously make a sub-consous choice? Cause' I think I might. I think I do it to make myself feel alive again. **** being able to "function". I don't see functioning as living. I truly feel alive when I allow myself to indulge in the pain. Treating the emotional agony as something that I shouldn't feel, only makes me feel more ashamed of it. So instead I indulge. I don't cry. I don't cut. I don't expose. I indulge in my inner sadness. It makes me feel like a rebel. Indulging makes me feel more alive than the actual act of living. And that terrifies me. I terrify me.
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
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I forgot to fill my prescription. How is it that I always forget something that makes such an impact on my life? Without it, I am not myself. or am I more myself? Who is to say that depression and anxiety aren't characteristics as opposed to mental illness? A chemical imbalance of the brain. That's how the doctors describe it. That's how we describe it, To make ourselves feel less ashamed. So I forgot to fill my prescription. Sometimes I think I forget purposefully. Is it possible to cautiously make a sub-consous choice? Cause' I think I might. I think I do it to make myself feel alive again. **** being able to "function". I don't see functioning as living. I truly feel alive when I allow myself to indulge in the pain. Treating the emotional agony as something that I shouldn't feel, only makes me feel more ashamed of it. So instead I indulge. I don't cry. I don't cut. I don't expose. I indulge in my inner sadness. It makes me feel like a rebel. Indulging makes me feel more alive than the actual act of living. And that terrifies me. I terrify me.
kylie-jo-hushon
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
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