So I am feeling kinda low. Or not kinda. I'm feeling very strange and ready to go. If that is even the right description. I don't feel sad per se but more a sort of "hollowness" inside like I'm having a derealization episode of sorts.
I've made sure I'm homeless by sunday and have cancelled my welfare check back in december to ensure I wouldn't just fall back into bad habits and pretend things are fine or worth the constant depressive mood, social anxiety, paranoia and inability to create and maintain social relationships but really get stuck down a hole with no way out. I haven't seen a friend since June 15th last year and I don't even want to see anyone or miss it anymore. I just want some peace and quiet.
Well, long story short; I walk the streets at night and collect whatever refundable bottles I can to get a bit of cash (since my solution requires a bit of cash) and tonight after being on the chat for a short while, I figured I'd take a shower but chose to go for a walk first. And then I find $8 worth of refundable bottles, go to the store and buy a beer and a sandwich and lo and behold, some unlucky customer dropped a bill (about $30) on the floor at the store which I pick up.
It's like the Universe is telling me it's okay. That circumstances are somehow lining up to let me know I can let go of the fear and present me with the exact solution I'm craving. I know it's crazy talk. I am schizotypal and people with that diagnosis often interpret coincedences to have some sort of significant personal meaning to them. I have never really struggled with that but I have to say that right now that idea that it means something significant is hard to dismiss for me. It feels very unreal but strangely comforting somehow.
I'm not sure what it is I'm trying to say. I feel like I'm just full of emotions I can't quite put words to and convey what is going on inside me. And I constantly feel ashamed for having a need to express myself because ultimately it feels self-indulgent and "pathetic" (in lack of a better word) to me that I even try when I know the first thing I do when someone gets the least interested is run and hide, feeling nauseous like someone can stare directly into my soul and see all my shortcomings and insecurities.
I've made sure I'm homeless by sunday and have cancelled my welfare check back in december to ensure I wouldn't just fall back into bad habits and pretend things are fine or worth the constant depressive mood, social anxiety, paranoia and inability to create and maintain social relationships but really get stuck down a hole with no way out. I haven't seen a friend since June 15th last year and I don't even want to see anyone or miss it anymore. I just want some peace and quiet.
Well, long story short; I walk the streets at night and collect whatever refundable bottles I can to get a bit of cash (since my solution requires a bit of cash) and tonight after being on the chat for a short while, I figured I'd take a shower but chose to go for a walk first. And then I find $8 worth of refundable bottles, go to the store and buy a beer and a sandwich and lo and behold, some unlucky customer dropped a bill (about $30) on the floor at the store which I pick up.
It's like the Universe is telling me it's okay. That circumstances are somehow lining up to let me know I can let go of the fear and present me with the exact solution I'm craving. I know it's crazy talk. I am schizotypal and people with that diagnosis often interpret coincedences to have some sort of significant personal meaning to them. I have never really struggled with that but I have to say that right now that idea that it means something significant is hard to dismiss for me. It feels very unreal but strangely comforting somehow.
I'm not sure what it is I'm trying to say. I feel like I'm just full of emotions I can't quite put words to and convey what is going on inside me. And I constantly feel ashamed for having a need to express myself because ultimately it feels self-indulgent and "pathetic" (in lack of a better word) to me that I even try when I know the first thing I do when someone gets the least interested is run and hide, feeling nauseous like someone can stare directly into my soul and see all my shortcomings and insecurities.