[ SECRET POST #3541 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3541 ⌋

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Re: Mental health check in thread

[(Anonymous)]

I only come around fs when life goes to shit. There's always a distraction and people I can talk to if I want, and I don't have to engage if I'm not up to it. There's nothing in my tone or expression that will have someone ignore what I've just said and respond with, "how are you holding up?" That happens a lot this time of year because it's the anniversary of losing someone in my family and I know people mean well but I'm thinking about it all the time already and I'm alone so much that when I'm not, or if I'm on Facebook, and if I say or post something, that's me trying to cope, to forget for even a split second and please don't take that away from me. I've been living this life for five years and it's every damn day not just the days around the date on the calendar. But the extra attention and realising that for a lot of people they don't think it about much if ever except around that date and then it seems like they must never have cared (they did) or they're asking after me because they want to be asked after. And I get that, I really do. But I'm not the one to do it. I can't. And people really should stop for a second and think and they'd realise that. And it wears me down even more and I'm tired and sad and I want to go on living but I also don't think I am, I think I'm just surviving and I miss life. And I hate myself when I can smile and when I laugh. I feel guilty. And countless people go through this everyday so why am I so weak that it feels like it's snuffing the light out of my soul?