The aching.

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Every single bone in my body aches.

I am ridden with guilt, anger, mourning, heartache; every single negative emotion you can think of. Each and every single one of them I am burdened with.

I am so lost.  I never thought I would ever loose myself to the point of no return? When did I even loose myself? At what age did I begin slipping away from the “real me”. How did I not see it coming? How did I not notice the alarming warning signs?

Depression, *chuckles*. I have a love and hate relationship with you my dear. You have grown to be the longest relationship I have ever had. How funny, how funny to explain depression, a mental illness as a relationship. Oh anxiety, do not think for one second I have forgotten about you. How could I ever? You keep me up at night, you have me gasping for air. You have me anxious about events that are days away.

I always thought disappointing others was one of the worst feelings in the world, little did I realise disappointing the younger you was. You sit there thinking about all the plans younger you had planned out for future you, you remember the warm feeling, the glow and sparkle in your eyes. The tears begin to slowly fall down, because all those promises, dreams and goals you had promised future you, you have not achieved. You picture younger you looking at you in such anger, shame, hurt and betrayal.

Do you ever wonder how you have ended up where you are at this present moment? How could I have let my life spiral out of control with such huge dreams? My heart tells me not to hate myself so much for the position I am in because at that time I only saw a good outcome. My mind over takes my heart with anger; “HOW could you have done this to yourself? How are you in this position? You are meant to be more intelligent than this? How stupid could you be?”.

Everything I once ever worked so hard for is slipping away from me. I cannot even begin to fathom the pain and aching I feel. Why me? WHY NOT ME? Do I not deserve it any more than the next person? 

I am lost beyond being saved. 

How sad is it that the only time one can be happy is when asleep. Imagine the day one gets to sleep for eternity. I long for that moment.

Forgive me for my gloomy blogs, I always want to come and write something positive, something wonderful but my life is not there yet.

I hope to make it till the end of the year. Life is cruel. It has a way of pushing you above and beyond your limits.

One of my favourite quotes, from one of my favourite books. “So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.”

I am both happy and sad. I have yet to figure out how that could even be possible? Sometimes the sadness takes over the happiness and I cannot see beyond it, today is one of the day I cannot see beyond the sadness, the darkness, the pain, the tears.

My darlings, always ALWAYS know your mental health is so important. For years I neglected it. I am paying for it now, along with all my other mistakes and regrets. Oh how I have so may regrets.

Anyone have a time machine? I would be grateful *chuckles*. I remember this show I used to watch as a child. This boy had a watch, which he could turn back or forth and stop time. Lord knows I would love that watch. I would rewind to my childhood years and write my wrongs.

People say you have to be grateful and happy for all that has happened in your life, it has made you who you are? What if who you are is everything you were frightened or frighted to never be? Looking at myself in the mirror, realising who I am is liking a living nightmare. How am I, me? How is this my life?

I could drink a bottle of old gin to myself right now. Scary to be seeing grey hairs appearing at a young age. They should not be appearing for another 40 years, the joys of stress!

When they warned us adult life was no fun, not all it was cracked up to be. We should have listened, knowing my readers; you all probably did. Shame on me; more fool me.

My darling readers, I ask that you pray for me and my parents, that the following two months will work out in favour for us…. Please. Even if you do not believe in a God, please just pray. Or bring positivity our way. We will be needing it.

With love,

The Hidden Truth X

The silence.

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The never ending silence.

So, I had to edit what I originally wrote.

I really am trying to learn how to be alone, to accept it, to not ache for others but it’s hard. The silence is unbearable. I rely on my TV and music to keep me distracted and it works, but it works for a short period of time and then that distraction ends. You catch yourself realising you have finished over 4 movies but haven’t really watched those movies because subconsciously you’re mind is somewhere else. And there you are, slipping back into that LOUD silence.

I often find myself day dreaming about waking up in a new country where NO ONE knows my name, I have been given a second chance of re-starting my life, learning from my mistakes, learning not to trust so easily, not to rely so hard, not to love so unconditionally. How wonderful would it be to wake up in a new country where no one knows you?

(I was about to encounter a HUGE MISTAKE; I was about to unmask my identity, my real name!)  I have chosen to stay private and anonymous for so many reasons, which I will cover in a blog post… eventually. Maybe if I hadn’t trusted and opened up to so many people, it would be more bearable. Do you know what it feels like not being able to rely on anyone but yourself?

I see others with large group of friends or even small groups of friends and I envy them. I used to be them, I always thought I would be them but here I am with only 4 people I believe I can truly count on and even them I have my doubts. Annoyingly I am having to turn my laptop away as I have a nosy parent, well really not nosy perhaps worried but this isn’t for their eyes. So I open a tab up and I am scrolling through Facebook and what a coincidence I find this article:

To the friend I thought my kids would call auntie one day.

This post, is everything and more that I feel about certain friendships. Only a few I really am heartbroken that ended. I feel like they could of helped me through this. The only difference I would say is that I did work for my friendships but I got exhausted.

I promise, my blogs will involve happy posts sooner or later!

I haven’t really found a way to finish my blogs, lols so goodbye for now!

X

13 Reasons Why.

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I had came across 13RW on Netflix, but wasn’t phased by it whatsoever.. until I was constantly seeing tweets about it. Alex this, Hannah that, oh but Clay, how could Bryce.. I became intrigued, what was so fascinating about these characters?

So, I started it. I had wanted to read the book two years ago, not a real urge but I had been interested in the story line of the book. So there I was wishing I had read the book but instead was watching the TV series.

I feel like I have so much to say, in such little time, to such a small audience, so I’ll keep it short.

Suicide, depression, anxiety, rape, sexual consent, sexual abuse, bullying, loneliness. These are all involved in 13RW. I found myself looking and questioning myself on my own situations, other peoples situations, wondering about their story, wondering if they cared about my story, thinking about how a passing comment I have ever made would have imprinted on someones mind and body.

I fell in love with Clay, almost instantly. (I have a thing about falling in love with characters, mainly characters that come from a book authors mind. I feel a connection with them. I sympathise with them. I am with them through the journey.)

See, the thing about 13RW; it portrays to us what happens in high school, how high school experiences can have such an impact on one persons life, how each person has their own story. I have learned something so important watching 13RW. There is always a story between people but the reason each story end’s up being slightly different is because “it’s their truth”. And because of this, they aren’t wrong (unless they are completely lying, then well, yes they’re wrong)

I wish I could go in-depth about how 13RW made me feel. How Hannah made me feel. How I fell lost with Clay. How betrayed I felt by Justin. How sorry I felt with Alex. Each character I shared an emotion.

One of the scene’s Clay’s old friend (I forgot her name) said something a long the lines of people who commit suicide are weak. That sentence angered me, it broke me. People who commit suicide are not weak. Those who commit suicide are those who feel there is no other way out, they want peace, they want the pain to end, they are numb. Their way out it is ending it all. To come to the conclusion of taking your own life takes the world of bravery. Please understand I am not approving suicide, I am simply asking that you do not call those who have committed suicide weak. You do not know their story,  their pain, their reasons etc. Be mindful of your words. They are in a battle with themselves and the world.

13RW is a series I believe everyone should watch. It explains suicide, depression and anxiety in such a different outlook. As to what each character played part in someone taking their life, as to what comments, what actions can have such an impact on someone. How being there for someone as a friend can go a long way. Season 1 is now finished and I am heartbroken with the last episode. There are scenes that I would of loved to change, certain things I did not agree with. I wish I could state and go in-depth as to what I would of changed, but I don’t want to give any spoilers for those may be wishing to watch it or are currently watching it.But all in all it is a great TV series, I wish I could compare it to the book but I can’t.

I hope that anyone who reads this and has any feeling about the post, good or bad will know they can send me a message and express themselves. To those who feel like they don’t have anyone, you have me. You are not alone as much as you may feel it, you have a friend in me.