tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141274152592657697.post8119466717050522698..comments2023-06-25T03:55:41.295-07:00Comments on Mad Bike Woman: Do Not Go Into the Light Carol AnneAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05698936244334354807noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141274152592657697.post-77226563434382021402013-05-19T23:11:16.104-07:002013-05-19T23:11:16.104-07:00I completely understand. It fucking suuuuuuuuuuuuu...I completely understand. It fucking suuuuuuuuuuuuuucks and I'm sorry it happens to you too. It's so hard to convince yourself to keep going forward when your brain is fighting to keep you back.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05698936244334354807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141274152592657697.post-22620516162477246352013-05-19T22:48:50.032-07:002013-05-19T22:48:50.032-07:00Days on end of sleeping 20 hours a day. Days where...Days on end of sleeping 20 hours a day. Days where getting off the couch and walking 10 feet to the kitchen to get food becomes a completely overwhelming task. Days where I've literally crawled to the bathroom and had to take breaks halfway there. Friends who stopped hitting me up to hang out after the 40th time I've turned them down or flaked on plans. A "depression nest" that I form on my couch, surrounded by bits of food and trash that I'm too listless to get up and throw away. Sleeping all I can because at least it turns my mind off. Planning my routes to avoid driving over bridges because the urge to drive off becomes nearly inescapable. Days when the litany of "You just need to get out of the house, you'll feel much better!" becomes almost as maddening as the litany of "You're a failure. You're useless. You destroy everything you touch." that runs around and around my brain. Alienating significant others because they can't understand why I don't just "snap out of it" and why my normally ridiculous libido has suddenly bottomed out and I don't want to be touched in any way other than held while I cry. <br /><br />Been there. Done that. And it's a fucking cliche, but this too shall pass. Light, end of tunnel, and all that. Don't let the bastards get you down. I know how hard it is to talk to people when you're down but you know where to find me. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02986905544480140143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141274152592657697.post-23856236509720556452013-05-19T21:09:48.649-07:002013-05-19T21:09:48.649-07:00I do not now nor will I ever pity you.
Living wit...I do not now nor will I ever pity you.<br /><br />Living with this parasite is never easy, and even more difficult to accurately explain to others who are not infected by it. I appreciate your strength and honesty.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12186603125070317121noreply@blogger.com