Has anyone else ever felt the pain of utter emptiness? Of holes that just can't be filled? I feel that way a lot, and I'm feeling it very acutely today.
I want to be loved enough to not feel the dread of emptiness. It's a horrible experience. Almost like drowning in reverse. I'm not sure how I came up with that; it just seems to describe how I feel today; how I've felt so many times.
I'm feeling really depressed today. Unworthy and unlovable. Like nothing I want is within my grasp and there's no one around to move it closer.
Sometimes I want someone to take care of me so desperately, I can think of nothing else. It consumes me, and it most likely is destroying me, because no one's ever going to do that for me. No one's going to swoop in and rescue me or do anything to make me feel better.
The world of therapy would say that's my problem to deal with. No one's going to fill my holes, I have to do that myself. Well, how can I fill my own holes if I have nothing to begin with? The stuffing needs to come from someplace.
I wish I knew how other people coped with this suffocating emptiness. Today I can't take it, it's so overwhelming. I want to run away from it, stop feeling it, make it stop, find someone to help me. But there is no one, and apparently there's not supposed to be anyone. I'm on my own and that's just the way it is, and that makes me angry!
I want to be loved enough to not feel the dread of emptiness. It's a horrible experience. Almost like drowning in reverse. I'm not sure how I came up with that; it just seems to describe how I feel today; how I've felt so many times.
I'm feeling really depressed today. Unworthy and unlovable. Like nothing I want is within my grasp and there's no one around to move it closer.
Sometimes I want someone to take care of me so desperately, I can think of nothing else. It consumes me, and it most likely is destroying me, because no one's ever going to do that for me. No one's going to swoop in and rescue me or do anything to make me feel better.
The world of therapy would say that's my problem to deal with. No one's going to fill my holes, I have to do that myself. Well, how can I fill my own holes if I have nothing to begin with? The stuffing needs to come from someplace.
I wish I knew how other people coped with this suffocating emptiness. Today I can't take it, it's so overwhelming. I want to run away from it, stop feeling it, make it stop, find someone to help me. But there is no one, and apparently there's not supposed to be anyone. I'm on my own and that's just the way it is, and that makes me angry!