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I immediately feel better and lighter after writing all of that out. Releasing toxic feelings and watching them fly away gives me hope
I’m writing on this tumblr because I have lost the majority of followers since I never post and it just feels safe. I was going through the archive and reading old text posts and it’s making me really sad. I was so passionate and excited and all I wanted to do was drop everything and travel and explore the world. I had fire in my bones and my heart was constantly bursting with inspiration and excitement. I felt really alive. I haven’t felt like that in 2 years. It’s funny because I’ve done everything I dreamed about, I did drop everything and travel and it was just as amazing as I had romanticized it to be. Numbness and depression and fatigue just follows me no matter where I go. Whenever I start to feel a little like my old self again, the clouds roll in and won’t leave. I’m scared of this. I feel like I started dying when my dad started getting sick. When he died, my joie de vivre died too, my naïve innocence and lightness is gone. I don’t really know what to do with myself. I just want to sleep all of the time. I’m 23 and I feel like I’m still mentally stuck at 21 where all of the horrible things happened. It doesn’t help that I moved back to the place where everything happened. I just wanted to finish school, but being back in this town is really hard. I think that’s why I’ve been going out and drinking more than I would ever want to. I hate going out, but it’s the only time my mind isn’t racing. I’m being reckless, making bad decisions, going nowhere, and nobody is punishing me. My dad would put my in my place in 2 seconds. I know how it would be if he were still around. He would drive up to where I’m living, take me out to lunch, respectfully tell me to get my shit together and give me the consequences if I decide to continue being a mess, and I would be annoyed and secretly grateful. I have no authority figure now and I am a loose cannon. I’m just so deeply sad and I miss everything about life before 2011. I am so aware of how self destructive I’m being. I’ve totally lost myself
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