No Escaping This


Last day in Tønsberg and Christmas is over. I am relieved and looking forward to coming home to my apartment and Oslo. I do not know why I am the way I am, but I am sure there is only a few of you whom really understand me or even dear I say try too. I know it is not easy, but there are certain things you just do not say to someone who struggles with mental illness. Being the only one in my family who really have psychiatric problems, it is always on my mind how different I am. I know I seem normal from the outside, but spend a day in my head and you will see why I am on welfare. It is not easy nor something I am proud of. But I do not have a place in the normal standards. Where there are people telling me, “you should just or why do you not do this?” I do not have an answer, but I can tell you that I am working harder and more than a lot of you. I never get a holiday or days off, this is a 24/7 job that has no loopholes. There is no going around this.

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I feel lost and alone, just longing after someone that understands. It is a lonely life being stuck inside your own brain, where there is no escaping the reality. But I know that love is some kind of a medicine, but it can also be a problem. I have enough things to struggle with daily, so if you add to this by not being understanding, it makes everything seem hopeless. And that is how I see my life at the moment. I do not know where I went to the left instead of right, but somewhere down this road, I turned and now I cannot find my way back. What happen to the trust and honesty? It feels like I am a guest in my own life, that it is another me who walks around every day. Looking outside now, it is actually snowing, and again I feel misplaced. This world is not for me, I am guessing there has to be another reason why I am here. There has to be more than just this. All this waiting, all the time. I know that I am patient, but hey there is a limit for how much I can handle and soon my limits are way over reached and too far gone.

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I write to get rid of the pain, as for sharing my life with you, and might help or give you whom struggle with the same issues either having someone in your life with the same problems or having the diagnoses yourself. I want people to open up and see how much work it is all the time. We have medicine reminding us every day, not feeling that we are good enough for anything, having the need to self-harm, suicidal thoughts and the voices. Yes, we take things way too personal, but it is how we are put together. So please let us be and maybe someday we will bloom and grow. But until then I still think that I am unworthy and not good enough for this life. It is a lonely feeling that you who does not struggle with mental illness will never understand. Sitting in a room and cutting myself, seeing the blood is my only cure for now. But I know it is not healthy or a solution for my problem.

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I just need you to be here, talk about stuff and not leaving me alone with everything inside, because there is no escaping this.

Love,

Any Bryde

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12 thoughts on “No Escaping This

  1. Any, for years I was trapped, ridiculed and told to “snap out of it!” We cannot click our fingers and say, “Poof! Be gone.” Each day brings its own struggle. I am sending you my love and prayers. This is difficult to believe, but there will come a day where you will value who you are, and you will value what your tormented life has unfolded before you. Because one day, Any, you will stand before another who suffers and you will be their mercenary. Your mission is to tell your story. There is glorious beauty when broken souls meet. Pain is divided and faith is evident. Hope you understand my words. There is something poetic and inspiring within your chaos. I believe in you.

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    • Ohhh, thank you so much! It warms a manic heart and grounded me a little for a few seconds. I’m ongoing, will not stop! And I’m glad to see we’re not alone in this! Thank you again!

      Love,
      Any Bryde

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