Friday, August 29, 2008
My 'good' times are as fragile, fleeting, and as delicate as these bubbles.
Fifteen years of pain and isolation has left me de-socialized by lack of life events - all days same, no children to see grow, no years of marriage or being with someone, having a lack of purpose or contribution. No normal, daily basic life things to look forward to - lunch break, getting off work, the weekend, seeing people, getting home. Retirement.
Pain is prison time with no chance of parole
I know it has been a year since you wrote your sharepost, but I still want to comment. I hope you are still around. The way you worded things was perfect. It is exactly how I feel. Add to that the feeling of being worthless. I feel that way so often. I don't understand what I am here for. There must be a reason.
Dear Scooter, the reason anyone is here is to learn , grow and to help,sometimes it's soo hard to remember those things cause we're consumed by our thoughts and pain,I sometimes have those very same feelings of worthlessness,and my depression is almost a physical weight,but I take solace in the fact that all things change and for that I continue to fight.You're very kind and insightful,and for that alone you are a true gem!Thanks