How do I stop racing thoughts?
in Psychology ·
I’d write something more here, but honestly, I don't even know what's left to say after reading through all this...
Basically, everyone is created... in the beginning there was word, blah, blah, blah... we’re made by whoever made us, and we have a responsibility to carry that existence around because it exists for a reason and a cause—which is all the other beings we coexist with that we're either directly or indirectly responsible for... One being more, one less... maybe I’ll go fishing since I actually feel bad about killing fish, even though they're my favorite food.
And sorry to the OP, I'm not addressing you personally, but you've read all of this too, so...
Personally, I struggle with uncomfortable emotions, crazy thoughts, insane ideas that almost have a sense to them but are nearly impossible to prove, etc., etc...
I don't know, Virginia Woolf after years and years of all that crap just walked down to the riverbank one day and drowned herself, and I still (get this! I *still*!) can't justify that kind of thing. Maybe she just ran out of things to write?
There was a time when I was on pills, these ones, those ones... now I don't hang out with people much anymore. I miss them, I could, but I won't. The sounds get to me, random passersby... I'd rather go anywhere else than kill myself.
I figure your immediate environment matters a lot... if it’s crushing you, or if you’re crushing it, it’s better to just move away a bit, bring in something new...
School matters, sure, but not that much...
These are Zebena times...
Basically, everyone is created... in the beginning there was word, blah, blah, blah... we’re made by whoever made us, and we have a responsibility to carry that existence around because it exists for a reason and a cause—which is all the other beings we coexist with that we're either directly or indirectly responsible for... One being more, one less... maybe I’ll go fishing since I actually feel bad about killing fish, even though they're my favorite food.
And sorry to the OP, I'm not addressing you personally, but you've read all of this too, so...
Personally, I struggle with uncomfortable emotions, crazy thoughts, insane ideas that almost have a sense to them but are nearly impossible to prove, etc., etc...
I don't know, Virginia Woolf after years and years of all that crap just walked down to the riverbank one day and drowned herself, and I still (get this! I *still*!) can't justify that kind of thing. Maybe she just ran out of things to write?
There was a time when I was on pills, these ones, those ones... now I don't hang out with people much anymore. I miss them, I could, but I won't. The sounds get to me, random passersby... I'd rather go anywhere else than kill myself.
I figure your immediate environment matters a lot... if it’s crushing you, or if you’re crushing it, it’s better to just move away a bit, bring in something new...
School matters, sure, but not that much...
These are Zebena times...