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It's been so long ***TRIGGERING***

THIS IS SUPER TRIGGERING!!!!! DONT READ IT!!! No, I’m serious. I wrote this as I was thinking and I’m not going to change it, but I know how triggering it is, so if you don’t want to be triggered than please, please, please, please, please don’t read it! I don’t want to be responsible for any more scars! but I did need to say these things.

                                   

 

I ache for one more cut. It's been months since I cut. And I ache to do it again. Two nights ago, in desperation, I tore a razor apart. I didn’t use it; I ended up just sobbing on my floor for an hour with the blades clenched in my fists. I was too exhausted from my cry to do anything else so I just went to sleep. Now the blades sit on my desk and I ache to use them. I’m sitting here and imagining what it would be like.

It's been so long.

But I can still picture that moment in my head. The tiny blade between my fingers and.... all I can do is cry. Because I can’t believe how bad I want to do it again. I WANT to see my skin split and the blood flow! But I can’t. It's been so long, and it has been Hell to get here! One cut and I have to start over! One cut and all of that time is thrown to the wind. Read more »


DyingRose Blog entry published by 3 months ago ()

Drowning

I've never been trapped out in the middle of the ocean with no way of escape but thats exactly what this feels like. But instead of water, it's negaitve feelings. Hopelessness, despair, worthlessness, anger, emptiness, depression, anxiety, empathy, self-hatred. Theyre all like new waves crashing down on me.

It's like every second is a struggle, is something I cant enjoy. Like even when my head is above the waves and I'm feeling good, felling things like; hope, happiness, fullfillment, peace, contentment. It's like even in those moments the water is still there and I can forget that if I dont fight to keep myself above the waves all those negative things will be pulling me down. I have times where I feel good, where my head is totally above those vicious waves, but I cant even enjoy it. I have to keep fighting to push myself out of the sorrow, out of the waves. It's terrible feeling so crushed by such things. I dont even know what it is like to relax and just enjoy life any more.. The few seconds where I do are so quickly replaced everytime. Read more »


DyingRose Blog entry published by 6 months ago ()

A brand new aversion

Something happened to me and I dont know why or even what really happened. But a few months ago I stopped being able to handle physical touch. It's not like I'm afriad that someone is going to touch me inappropriately or is going to hurt me. I just cant handle it. and I have no reason not to. The thing is that I've never been like this before. I was a huge hugger and everything but all of the sudden people started freaking me out or something. One of my friends reached over and placed her hand on my shoulder and I flipped out. I shut my mouth in a partially failed attempt to keep the scream from coming all the way out and I had to jump away from her touch. If someone touches me, even if it's out of affection or as an attempt to comfort or welcome me I can not handle it. If it's brief my body stiffens, my eyes slam shut, my fists and teeth clench and I stop breathing for a second. If the touch is for more than a second or two my knees start to buckel, I start to shake all over, and a scream starts to build up in my throat, no matter how hard I try to keep it in. It's so bad. I don't know what happened. When I see someone reaching out to touch me I panic inside, my heart jumps to my throat and I have an instant reaction to run away as fast and as far as I can. I wish I could reverse it somehow. One of my guy friends mentioned it and was like "well, it will be sad if you ever get a boyfriend because he wont be able to hold you or hold hands with you when you're walking or anything" I died inside. Read more »


DyingRose Blog entry published by 6 months ago ()

Desperate for someone to love me

I want to be loved. I'm not necessarily talking about romantic love. I'm talking about genuine love where you would give anything for the person. Where you love them so much your heart aches for them when they hurt. I don't get why I yearn for this so much. The other day one of my friends wanted to know why I loved her and my response was over 17 text messages long. It cant be wrong for me to long for someone to do that for me, is it? I mean, I get it, there are people in my life that do genuinely love me. But somehow that knowledge isnt quite enough. I just want someone to demonstrate, in even the smallest of ways, that if I needed it, they would move a mountain for me. Is that so wrong? Maybe it's just me, maybe I'm not lovable, or valuable, or lovely enough to be treasured in the ways that I want to be. I just yearn for love so much. Read more »


DyingRose Blog entry published by 6 months ago ()

Control anyone?

I dont even know what's going on. Im really hurt. I feel so confused and so out of place, it sometimes seem as if nothing is going the way it should.

Ok, to start at the beginning I started cutting as a way to get control. I needed to be in control of something. It slowly took over so I didnt have control of that either... at that point it was just me goading myself on for more cuts, deeper cuts, longer cuts. I didint think i could do it so I forced myself to use the blade, harder and scarier everytime i picked it up.. But thats not the point. THe point is control. I craved having control of something.

It's been so long since I've used a blade, sometimes Im so proud of myself, usually. A lot of the time I just try not to think about it, and some of the time I dont care at all and I just want to SI again so bad.

EVerythin is so wrong, it's so out of control, ou tof my control. Ok, Im going to try to explain but Im freaking out so I dont know if it will make any sense... Im sure most people pour thoughts like this into a journal but I dont think I can handle feeling alone in this anymore. Read more »


DyingRose Blog entry published by 7 months ago ()

Dying of a Broken Heart

Dying of a broken heart. No, literally. Not some romantic notion just some sort of genetic process gone wrong. They say it isnt inheritable, that youre just born with it.

But I guess it doesnt even matter, So what? I mean, alot of people are sick. I probably shouldnt even care but I just have to go ahead and say that not being able to do the things that you've always loved, really sucks. Now you readers probably have no idea what Im talking about but thats fine.

I think that because my physical heart has been broken for so long that I dont know how to use the one people normally refer to. Every now and again I think I can hear that heart beat but noone else sticks around long enough for me to really figure out if it's there. Im not even worth it to people.

Have you ever just sat there and thought, "would anyone notice me? Maybe if I was pretty, less violent, more lenient, better at listening. Maybe if I was different things would be too" I know I have. I dont think that's right, I mean Im not a believer in fate or an unchangeable future. I acutally strongly believe that anyone can be exactly who they want to be.

It might be part of my downfall. The way that I think every element around you can be affected by your mind, your beliefs, your attitude... your heart.

But what do you do when people say "There's nothing we can do." How do you respond to knowing your life could be gone in an instant, as very unlikely and rare as that possibility is. Read more »


DyingRose Blog entry published by 8 months ago ()

Oh how the walls fall

There are so many things I want to write about but I guess you justhave to start somewhere, right? I've never done a blog before so this might not end well but i might as well. Ok,

You know those people that change your life in small, subtle ways? Well this is about those people.
There are alot of people in the world and not all of them actually make a difference to lots of people. There are so many kinds of people that there is no way to mention them all.There are the type of people that have it all together, that are perfect; there are the people who are the opposite of the forementioned, there are people that dont see at all and there are those that see you but dont really see. ANd then there are the people who see into you. they can see past your walls and through your masks to who you really are.
There is nothing more scary to me than the person in my life who can see past my walls. I think that most people will admit that they've spent a hefty amount of their lives making it so people weren't able to come in and actually know your hurts, dreams, your deepest thoughts and your greatest nightmares. There's too much trust involved for me. I always figured that people dont want to take the time to figure it out than thats their loss. Read more »


DyingRose Blog entry published by 9 months ago ()