Into the darkest depths, the starless night.
A sailor lost on sea with nothing to lead him.
Oh, what a dreadful soul.
My mind is more a maze than a library ...
This blog is used as an archive to hold and organize my thoughts. Here some facts: 1. I do not force anyone to read this blog. 2. Some things may be confusing, incoherent and inconsequential. 3. I don't believe in individuality, because the thought of it is already flat.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Today I met with my GAPSY-lady
She suggested therapy. No, she wants me to seek therapy again. But ... I don't want.
I need the help, I know. But I don't want to open up again. It hurts. It scares me.
I already opened up to someone I'm happy with, someone I can trust.
But he is not a therapist and I'm aware of that. Still, visiting a stranger, build up trust just to lose it again? No. Not again.
I'm sorry.
I need the help, I know. But I don't want to open up again. It hurts. It scares me.
I already opened up to someone I'm happy with, someone I can trust.
But he is not a therapist and I'm aware of that. Still, visiting a stranger, build up trust just to lose it again? No. Not again.
I'm sorry.
Update
So, friends, close ones and loved ones suggested to write a diary about my thoughts, what happens to me and what I think of.
I have this blog. I remembered this blog. And I'll use this blog.
Why?
Because the internet is anonymous. It's safe. A silent voice is heard.
I'll use this blog for my thoughts again. But have a fair warning:
This blog might contain triggers for:
I have this blog. I remembered this blog. And I'll use this blog.
Why?
Because the internet is anonymous. It's safe. A silent voice is heard.
I'll use this blog for my thoughts again. But have a fair warning:
This blog might contain triggers for:
- Depressions
- Self-Harm
- Suicidal thoughts
- split personalities/alters
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Martin Freeman and the Red Pants
Today I got informed via tumblr that Martin Freeman knows about the Red Pants.
Honestly, what did you think?
First, it's known that he's aware of tumblr, so it's self-evident that the man is also aware of Red Pants and the smut fictions. This is nothing special, it's actually rather human to look oneself up on the internet.
'Don't make people into heroes.'
They are human. They are famous, yes, but still human, and we owe them respect.
People becoming obsessed about a person are scary and lunatic, overshadowing the 'normal' fans who respect the talent and work.
To state my opinion:
Honestly, what did you think?
First, it's known that he's aware of tumblr, so it's self-evident that the man is also aware of Red Pants and the smut fictions. This is nothing special, it's actually rather human to look oneself up on the internet.
'Don't make people into heroes.'
They are human. They are famous, yes, but still human, and we owe them respect.
People becoming obsessed about a person are scary and lunatic, overshadowing the 'normal' fans who respect the talent and work.
To state my opinion:
Saturday, June 23, 2012
I admit that ...
- I harmed myself
- I misused medicaments
- I misused alcohol
- I lie
- I’m offending on purpose
- I hate myself
- I love myself
- I’m smug
- I’m selfish
- I’m mistrustful
- I’m feeling alone
- I’m feeling safe alone
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
"My experience is that there is, you know, surprisingly always hope." - The Doctor
And I found another example for this.
A friend, living far away, even over the ocean, showed me that you're never alone in the world.
A friend, living far away, even over the ocean, showed me that you're never alone in the world.
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