I come here regularly when I have internet. I don’t know why I come here. My life isn’t terrible. I don’t have it as bad as I could. I am just wasting a bit of space and attention that someone else that needs help could be using to get it. I’m only here because my therapist told me to be here.
I’m not alone in having these thoughts. All of us have had them or will have them eventually have them, but to be honest, most of us have problems and the first part of getting better is admitting you have a problem. Whether that be an addiction, depression, anxiety, or sheer loneliness. Most of us probably need to be here whether we know it or not.
I make a lot of posts here because I don’t know what to do besides say whats going on. The only way I keep from losing my mind to stress over stupid things and being cooped up is by letting somebody know something about my life and get a response. I don’t care if it’s not there, but the idea that someone saw this is reassuring that the world still fricking spins on its axis and I’m still alive on Earth and not in my own head. That is why I come here on a regular basis. It may not be inspiring or helpful, but I did the best I could. I told the truth.