When The Ocean Overflows [In Progress]

When The Ocean Overflows [In Progress]

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Emotions can effect everyone in one way or another in some compasity, especially those who suffer the worst of the world's accidents. Just like the suffocating deep blue of the sea, depression drowns you in the numbness of worthlessness and self-pity. It can carry you down the winding rivers of anxiety, the paranoia like feeling of being judged and looked down upon by those you pass by everyday and the dreams that mold your fears into a small self-made reality. Not knowing where to go you aimlessly wonder the realm of meantal disabilities and slowly driving yourself down the roads of instability and gray. You once being a joyful soul now being an unfeeling husk of the happiness that once harbored it. A cloaked figure unveils a door, "Welcome home." it echos as you pass through the veils of uncertainty. "Finally..." you whisper in the empty halls of your head. You've gotten to your final destination...
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"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard

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