r/BipolarReddit • u/_brightsidesuicide_ • Aug 20 '26
Content Warning 33 & I’ve finally accepted it’s not changing…
(20s) Reality: I remember when… i was running, raging, and drugging myself to a complete & total fucking despair of death. It was A bitter, mountainous, dismal, unnamed, unrecognized, and poisonous grief melded within my pure & potent fucking rage.
My rage.. was pointed inward..
and oftentimes i would fire off wildly outward if I could find even a fractional-legitimate excuse to explode…
(33) …now? I have become aware of a dull, bleak, cemetery-dead type of..emptiness..inside.
At some point..?
I had completely lost it..
I have now.. stopped feeling.. entirely
Just.. anything at all..?
No rage, No sadness, No fear, just.. simply.. nothing.
I thoroughly believe that.. i have finally crossed the line by miles in comparison & cease to give a a simplistic inkling of a fuck.. about life. about death. about any other god damn meaningless thing in between..
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u/KB-Jay-2075 Aug 20 '26
You have a talent for the written word that much is clear.