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*Trigger Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and depressive feelings.*

Saturday, Oct. 22nd, 2022 Part 2

10:30pm

But today was different. I slept in this morning, and woke up feeling a lot clearer mentally and didn’t feel as physically sick as I have been. I still feel slower and unstable, but I was in a better state than the past month. I felt like dressing up today and tried to find an outfit that would be cool to wear to go out and purchase some new journals and pens.

My sister, Angel, and her girlfriend, Gem, made breakfast and it was nice. I did notice that my mood started to drop as time passed. I was very withdrawn and didn’t feel like talking, but it was okay, I’m hoping I will start to open up more as I get more settled in here in NYC.

I got up from eating breakfast and started washing dishes to do my part in helping out, while Gem and Angel continued to eat and talk. I was getting frustrated with myself because I felt stunted from everything I’ve been through lately. All of a sudden, I started feeling hot, dizzy, and had trouble breathing, I think it was because washing dishes was proving to be more taxing than usual. I ended up being okay eventually.

Right as I was finishing cleaning, Gem called me over, and told me that she and Angel bought tickets to a dance performance for my birthday. I was grateful for the gift and very surprised that they were thinking of my birthday in the midst of all that was happening. But I still didn’t feel moved, I felt dead and empty in response. I did my best to communicate that this was exciting and that I was thankful, but I felt disappointed that I didn’t respond better.

I started to feel unsettled and anxious after that, the restlessness that I have been feeling here lately has been nonstop. Then, Angel was very late getting ready for work and seemed very anxious, paranoid, and rushed. I was just sitting on the couch while they both were rushing around the apartment. Her anxiety was starting to rub off on me, as I was concerned for her, but also uncomfortable with just sitting in the middle of that. She gave me a rushed hug and ran out of the door, and I realized after that I was anxious because I was anticipating for her to snap at me.

I feel like I shouldn’t be here and that it was a mistake for me to move in with them and that I’m not enough, and I thought they felt similar… still do. I’m waiting for the moment this all falls apart, that I screw up or make a mistake so bad that they resent me. Because I don’t trust myself in anything right now or believe in myself.

But, I found out later that Angel felt bad about how she left and said goodbye. It isn’t really hitting me until now that everything was fine and she probably wasn’t even thinking about me. I need to remind myself that I am not resented or being antagonized for being here. I deserve to be helped. I deserve to be loved. I deserve to have the life that I’ve wanted. This is the path needed to get there. I am safe. I am loved and am loving. I am cared for and supported. I will get through this.

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*TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mentions of su*c*d*l ideations and feelings and depression.*

Saturday, Oct. 22nd, 2022

7:27pm

Dear Me,

This is Day 5 of my New York chapter, and I don’t feel whole. I’ve been struggling with my depression since the beginning of September and I’ve slowly been losing my perception of myself and the feeling of being alive and real. I was feeling extremely suicidal and lost my will to keep living; my reasons to keep living and to not view my death as my only escape and release.

I went to the Wesley Woods facility to receive more intensive care and to follow through with my obligation of surviving for the people who love me. It was an awful experience, filled with constantly masking, suffering with little help, and lies. I left that facility feeling numb, confused, hurt, betrayed, and like nothing but everything changed. Then, being confronted with leaving Emory U. to go to New York to look for better, proper treatment was earth-shattering. I feel fractured a thousand times over, hurt beyond my bones, and drained of my entire being. I pushed and pushed with urgency to file the medical leave with such disingenuous people because I wanted a change immediately. It just exacerbated everything and left me feeling empty and hollow. Not human, just a shell with no direction.

I left Emory feeling heartbroken and empty (with one friend lost), and arrived in New York feeling unstable, spaced, and unmotivated. I feel completely lost in space and time, and I can’t bring myself to feel positive or negative about this change. I can’t even say what I want right now, I’m just repeating things from months ago. It’s frustrating and disappointing. I feel defeated and I don’t have a genuine reason to keep going.

After being here in New York for 5 days, the answers that I’ve been searching for and desiring have still not come. I feel like my mind is taking up too much space, while also being microscopically small. I’m exhausted and I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. My sister and her girlfriend have put in all this money and time because they love me and want to support me, but I don’t even understand what this love feels like… I wish that I could take what they have been saying to me and feel it deep in my bones that it’s true and that it holds meaning, but it feels just as empty as I do. They and my friends have done so much for me, but I’m struggling to see the path and end goal. I don’t feel worth it or that I deserve their worries and effort because I don’t feel it for myself. I wish things were different…

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i’m really beginning to feel lost when it comes to my feelings for this guy i work with. it truly feels like i am so small in his eyes, and i never know how to move forward. this is so out of the norm for me and it frustrates me that i feel powerless around him. i keep calling him pet names like, “babe, honey, sweetheart, pretty boy, etc.”, but i do that with literally everyone. i’m so bad at flirting and i really don’t think he would be receptive to that. he’s so charming, funny, goofy, and hot. but he’s talking to a different guy, and i feels like i’m too late. it all seems so pointless in the grand scheme of things. i don’t believe i’m his type, both physically and personally, and i don’t know him outside of work. but it’s terrifying to try for more. it makes me vulnerable and i feel worthless, disposable, unwanted.

this always happens to me though. i always catch feelings for some guy, and it literally has always ended the same; me hating myself for thinking it was a good idea and that i had even the slightest chance. it’s so hard to not think that i’m meant to be alone when rejection is so consistent. i’m running out of patience for my own self. i can’t keep letting myself put so much hope and emotion in finding that one person who will like/love me when so many people have turned the other way. when all of these things are stacked on top of me, it is so difficult to find a reason to keep trying and being open. i’ve been single for years already and it’s becoming easier to turn off this yearning to be with someone, until those moments like now. when someone draws your attention and you feel like they could be yours and this could be the chance. but 9.9 times out of 10 it isn’t. and the 1.1% chance that it could be, doesn't seem worth it anymore.

so, who knows what could happen between me and the guy honestly.  but my track record shows what is most likely to happen. it sucks, it really does, but that’s just my love life... lonely.

it truly is one of the saddest things in my life how true the phrase, “the nice guys always finish last” is. since i was 7 y/o i’ve had to give and extend my own self for my family and others to the point where there was nothing left of myself. it’s become so ingrained for me to plaster on a smile and work myself to the bone for others when i never get anything in return. now it feels so temporary for me to try and be self-sufficient in my emotional well-being. people pleasing is a curse. you try and you try and hope that things get better over time. “maybe this one person will actually care…”, “maybe this one job will treat me better…”, but they won’t. everything in this life is transactional. people will thank you for your labor at your workplace, be grateful for the friendship you give them, say that they love you for being a good partner to them. but all of that shit can disappear faster than when they said those things to you. you no longer are a person, you become the thing that is transactional. i’m never truly thanked, i don’t feel truly loved or valued. i feel disposable and replaceable for being a giver and giving my entire self for people. yet… i keep hoping that one day i can feel like i’m me.

it’s funny how i came to college and introduced myself as the person that i wanted to be known as. i would say the necessary things, like “hey, by the way, i use they/them pronouns” or “hi, just so you know, i’m non-binary and i’m not comfortable with he/him pronouns”, etc. i have to push through a lot of anxiety and emotional stress to work up the courage to even tell people, and it’s even worse when i try to correct them. i’m still not comfortable with correcting people. so when people use “he/him” pronouns for me… i notice every time. i have to sit there and keep the energy going and have a smile because… letting them have their way is better than me having to hear empty apologies just for them to make the same mistake again.

hi my name is duchesstopaz and i’m a trauma survivor. there are so many things that i want to say, need to say… but no one who can understand if they don’t listen. i want to use my blog to just vent and get out all of this that needs an escape because it’s eating away at me. i am constantly evolving and changing and have grown so much over all of these years. i have a story to tell and this is one of the ways that i can share. so please watch as a 20 y/o shares way too much on the internet lol :). feel free to interact if you would like, feel free to give advice if you would like, but this is truly something purely for me that i would like to share.

first day of college tomorrow, time to test irl how much the traumas from the last days of highschool affected me

returning to the mha fandom after escaping toxic relationships wasn’t on my 2024 bingo card

i’m genuinely uber tired of people attempting to virtue signal and try being a hero over bullshit bc they draw something a certain way that doesn’t even hurt anyone, like on god please quit fucking yapping ab shit. if it’s such a “problem” to you, suck it up. like go away, don’t follow people if you want to fuss about the way they depict character that use CANONICAL COLOR PALETTES. like please shut your goddamn mouth PLEAAAASSSEEEEE.

ok rant over bye

trying to figure out why I find this character so emotionally attractive and realized it's probably the repressed god complex and the bitterness that got smothered by my anxiety, huh

also pink

I really wish i was good at writing, like, i have so many ideas and au’s in my head but im terrible at writing or describing things the way others can. I cant get how people are able to write and describe these emotions and feelings or characters so beautifully as they do and i just wish i was able to write like that and get my ideas out.

I feel so much stress that I want to pack up my bag in middle of the night, run away from home, change my name and start a new life working for some restaurant as a waiter or something.......

So we have a new member, an introject, and he is struggling to adapt to things a bit and feeling kind of emotional. But I have my own stuff going on too and don't have the energy really to deal with this rn. I'm just...augh...tired. I wish I could help him more but I really don't even know what to do since this has never happened for us before

venting time!!

sometimes I rlly hate myself, not like when I want to end my life, but like questioning my existence. I hate how I'm not doing anything productive when I have an essay due on Friday, my room is so messy, and there's a painting I can work on, I want to be better, I want to do it, but I won't. It also doesn't help that yk, I feel like I'm nobodys best friend, I'm just backup, tbh, I don't wanna sound petty, but ik that I'm the friend that would litterally give my days to make you feel better, and nobody would do the same. I have great friends at school, yea, I have a bsf, but lk I'm not her first choice, which, tbh, hurts. Like, yk, when the sidewalk is to narrow, I have to walk behind, and its been like that for years. I'm relieved when I get home, bc that's where tumblr is! I genuinely feel better when i come home and see 8 activity. Like, I have great friends, and I'm soso grateful. But I would say I'm just there. I could be excitedly talking abt something and what would be the result? A bored "mhm", or, no one would be listening, so I would just slowing end my sentence. One time, I was with my bsf, we were finally alone, and yk what happens? She's pissed bc one of our others friend was with someone else. Like, welcome to the fucking club! It's been like that for me for years, I'm sorry. So she's pissed and I KNOW, that she was not listening to me. Ik this is a normal fear, that no one actually likes me and just tolerates me to be nice, but this is a first, that it hit me so fucking hard. I saw a post where it was like "your bed has seen more emotions then anyone else" AND I FELT THAT. So summary, I feel like an extra, a big filler in my own life

So for ppl basically going thru same thing, even if I don't know u, I fucking love you and you deserve the world bestie <33

Vent

oh yeah, today's been great, definitely didn't relapse. definitely didn't nearly have a panic attack because I thought blood was dripping down my arm in lesson. definitely didn't keep walking into the guy who made s*x jokes about me for half a year last year. definitely not getting angry and overwhelmed by everything and getting yelled at by my parnsst to sort my attitude out.

me looking round the classroom, hoping no one saw me flinch when the teacher started shouting