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How did you dream life would be , before your problems started?
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I dreamt of getting good education, good wealth. Also I dreamt my family would become normal the abuse would stop. I was an idealist and a daydreamer so I believed that everything will be fine in the end. But it wasn't
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Existence itself is the problem to me, I'd just never wish to be burdened with this torturous, futile and deeply undesirable existence I just always saw as a mistake, for me non-existence is just all that's positive and is all I could hope for.
I always suffer so much as a result of this existence that was so tragically imposed that just caused all this suffering as a result with no limit as to how much one can be tortured, I find it so horrible how a human can be tortured in this existence for decades longer just to face the agony of old age, all I want is to be permanently unconscious with all gone and forgotten, I wish I could erase this existence.
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I thought people would be more kinder because children learn morals from others and laws exist. I learned that if people can get away with it that rule no longer exists in a social way.
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I dreamt of getting good education, good wealth. Also I dreamt my family would become normal the abuse would stop. I was an idealist and a daydreamer so I believed that everything will be fine in the end. But it wasn't
I was set up for peace and enjoyment. My settlement would provide ample cash for trips, was able to work 5 months a year self employed and make alot of money. I was supposed to stay a minimalist, but enjoy not having to stress about day to day life. I was supposed to enjoy my beautiful girlfriend and travel the world with her. Then everything changed. September 5th i had a freak injury and can't work and no cash plus debilitating pain every day from injury.
why? Is this my struggle? To rot in bed all day?! I didn't sign up for this....
There really wasn't a before for me. I suppose there was a "before" this current shitshow that is my life. I guess despite all my crap I thought I knew how to make a good life and I thought I was headed in the right direction. I was pretty isolated, but was where I wanted to be and wanted to stay there. I was hoping to go back to school, buy a house, and do something more meaningful with my life. Now it's looking more and more likely I either check out or become homeless at some point, so you know . . . life can be a bitch. And abusive bitch that won't let you go.
If I wasnt even born in the first place. My genes are faulty. I was screwed the moment I was brought into this world. There's a good chance I inherited some form of bipolar, or something, I have these rapid mood swings since the age of 14 that seem to get worse over the years and it, along with other mental illness/neurodivergence runs rampant in my bloodline.
There was never a before shit went wrong, just a before I started processing how fucked up everything was.
I wanted to be a mommy. Be with a kind and gentle partner. Have a modest house and a career.
Just be normal.
Before I got my disability diagnosis, I had a simple plan, join the army,in Poland there is a lot of benefits,and the money is good. In our country women in uniform are celebrated.
Then life hit me over the head with a hammer, so I switched to art. But I didn't know that my disability would take that too.
So it was die a solider then die an artist.
Now it's die a loser lmao.
May our next lives be kind and filled with love.
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