SophiaGrace said:
cumulus.james said:
Part of me is reluctant to help myself though. Like I don't deserve it.
14 year old you deserves it...
Something I think no one understands is what it is like to have no self worth. Nothing. Zero. I am reasonably intellegent, I know what I SHOULD do to get my life better, but I cant do it. As I sit here typing I feel a lot of shame and guilt. You lovely kind people are responding to me, I am causing you to waste your time by responding to my whinings. I am subjecting others to my problems. I feel narcissistic and self obsessed. And a failure of a man for making these posts.
And that is how I feel when I go to the drugs and alcahol centre.
With all my problems, even thought they have the same origin, the help is fragmented.
I am meant to go to someone for my mental health, someone else for alcahol addiction, someone else for child abuse, someone else for social problems, someone else for sexuality issues, someone else for sex/porn addiction, someone else for employment problems, here for my feelings of lonliness.
And because they all originate from the same events I would have to keep telling a story that is almost unbearable over and over. I am only involved with 2 agencys and this forum at the moment. But it exhausts me. when i come back from the drug and alcahol service, or make a post on here, or call the helpline I feel like all the lifeforce has been drained from me by some manevolant life-energy stealing vampire rapist.
Or maybey, I have had so litle human contact this past decade that even posting on a forum is completely emotionally draining.
I lay in bed all day. Our walfare system facilitates that. Without it, someone like me would just die. I am alive, but I am dead.
Sorry to be like an anxty teenager, but there was a depeche mode lyric I found when I was a teenager that has stayed with me:
I need to be cleansed
It's time to make amends
For all of the fun
The damage is done
And I feel diseased
I'm down on my knees
And I need forgiveness
Someone to bear witness
To the goodness within
Beneath the sin
Although I may flirt
With all kinds of dirt
To the point of disease
Now I want release
From all this decay
Take it away
And somewhere
There's someone who cares
With a heart of gold
To have and to hold