Life void of purpose/meaning (triggering)
Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 1:21 pm
In addition to my own mistakes, failings, and defects....I have been a victim of forces well beyond my control, be they earthly or metaphysical. In the scheme of things, I am a nobody, in a nowhere town, with no money, no power, no influence, mentally ill and seemingly broken beyond repair. I am an easy target for the less than scrupulous and disposable by societal standards.
I am simply collateral damage. The decline of western civilization, the broken mental health system, stepping into horrific things in the world in my own "once upon a time" true believerism, along with my humanness, leaving me with basically nothing.
No meaning anymore. No way to tame the pain. I tried to make a difference. To leave the world better than I found it. I've spent the last year and few months talking about myself and trying to help others what little I could if only cope for the moment. I don't know what to do anymore.
I am afraid of the hospital given a traumatic experience I had that was like a parallel universe version of "One flew over the cuckoo's nest." At best, my multiple hospitalizations were just a temporary band-aid, doing nothing for my long term recovery. I am too poor for the good hospitals anyway. So I just try to cope as best I can day to day, moment to moment. All I am able to accomplish really is not drinking and not ending my life. I really wonder, has too much happened for me to be able to function somewhat normally ever again? At what point am I just a burden to society? What could ever, ever make life worth living and enduring again after what I've been through and seen?
Trauma and tragedy and just plain ol' hurt. Some by my own hand, some at the hands of others, and some just the unfairness of life and circumstances beyond my control. I feel such utter hopelessness. I once saw too much...too much of the horror of reality and the underpinnings of society and a very dark side of human existence. I have lost my faith, which used to give a sense of peace that all would be okay. I don't try anything anymore. I have just given up, barely existing, and not knowing why I should or why I do continue to go on. I have lost my faith in humankind. Even good people do bad things, often thinking they are doing the right thing. We are such a tragically flawed species.
What haunts me is to paraphrase that all that is required for the bad to win is for the good people to do nothing. I want to fight, but now know how completely futile it is and am so weakened by what I have been through I cannot take on any more battles or any more hurt or injustice heaped upon me, or accept my own failures and defects and inability to achieve anything worthwhile.
I am utterly broken and see no way to be repaired or repair myself. I have lost all faith in the mental health system, after numerous troubling episodes and after trying so many different things for so long.
I pray to whatever God there might possibly be to end my life now, amid prayers of gratitude and prayers for blessings for those who hurt me. But, if there is a God, I have concluded that God cannot or will not intervene in human affairs for the most part, and if anything is controlling reality, it is indeed a monster.
I now look at my former faith as truly naive. I have had a taste of truth, and it is absolutely horrifying. It is so very hard to have the courage to stand for what is right despite what it costs us. I no longer have the will to fight in me.
I am simply collateral damage. The decline of western civilization, the broken mental health system, stepping into horrific things in the world in my own "once upon a time" true believerism, along with my humanness, leaving me with basically nothing.
No meaning anymore. No way to tame the pain. I tried to make a difference. To leave the world better than I found it. I've spent the last year and few months talking about myself and trying to help others what little I could if only cope for the moment. I don't know what to do anymore.
I am afraid of the hospital given a traumatic experience I had that was like a parallel universe version of "One flew over the cuckoo's nest." At best, my multiple hospitalizations were just a temporary band-aid, doing nothing for my long term recovery. I am too poor for the good hospitals anyway. So I just try to cope as best I can day to day, moment to moment. All I am able to accomplish really is not drinking and not ending my life. I really wonder, has too much happened for me to be able to function somewhat normally ever again? At what point am I just a burden to society? What could ever, ever make life worth living and enduring again after what I've been through and seen?
Trauma and tragedy and just plain ol' hurt. Some by my own hand, some at the hands of others, and some just the unfairness of life and circumstances beyond my control. I feel such utter hopelessness. I once saw too much...too much of the horror of reality and the underpinnings of society and a very dark side of human existence. I have lost my faith, which used to give a sense of peace that all would be okay. I don't try anything anymore. I have just given up, barely existing, and not knowing why I should or why I do continue to go on. I have lost my faith in humankind. Even good people do bad things, often thinking they are doing the right thing. We are such a tragically flawed species.
What haunts me is to paraphrase that all that is required for the bad to win is for the good people to do nothing. I want to fight, but now know how completely futile it is and am so weakened by what I have been through I cannot take on any more battles or any more hurt or injustice heaped upon me, or accept my own failures and defects and inability to achieve anything worthwhile.
I am utterly broken and see no way to be repaired or repair myself. I have lost all faith in the mental health system, after numerous troubling episodes and after trying so many different things for so long.
I pray to whatever God there might possibly be to end my life now, amid prayers of gratitude and prayers for blessings for those who hurt me. But, if there is a God, I have concluded that God cannot or will not intervene in human affairs for the most part, and if anything is controlling reality, it is indeed a monster.
I now look at my former faith as truly naive. I have had a taste of truth, and it is absolutely horrifying. It is so very hard to have the courage to stand for what is right despite what it costs us. I no longer have the will to fight in me.