I Feel Trapped

Once again, I feel the cold hands of restlessness and depressions wrap themselves around me. For too short a while, I was able to delude myself that I was okay, that I could actually be content to stay where I am at present. But the all...

I have been struggling hugely with the feeling of being trapped recently. I have days where I feel like I desperately want to escape...from what I am not sure. I just know that at that particular point in time I do not want to be where...

That's what I tell myself.  If just one area of my life were better or okay that would really help.  But right now things are pretty much in the er...toilette'  in every area.  I have a good job that I am not...

Feeling stuck right now. Things are not flowing. Things are not jiving. I'm dealing with the darkness because its the only game in town.

It started when I became crazily paranoid over someone I love finding out who I am. I went into a 3 or 4-month period of depression, where suicidal thoughts were common, and I began to spend hours sitting by myself in my room, thinking...

People dont understand me. All they know is what they see. All they know is normal, they don't want to see what's in. They were taught to love their fellow humans, I was taught I didn't have a soul and I would always be hated. Everyone...

I just feel trapped by my life. By things I can't change, no matter how much I want to. Some I just can't change YET. Others I worry I won't manage to change ever, despite all the effort I pour into trying. And the trapped feeling...

I feel trapped, and unwanted by my own family. I have great friends, but my family, is a struggle. My mom can be an alcoholic, insulting me, calling me a loser, when I go to school, work, etc. I get a B she yells at me for not...

If I were to make my own schedule, I'd keep a couple of hours open every day, during which I'd be free to think. The way my life is right now, however, there's scarecely enough room for work and studies, and the only time I have for...

Let me go. Let me out of this fucking cell. Trapped, suffocating, bound and asphyxiated by my own represion. Unable to let go of what ive lost. Shackeled by love to those that have already drown. Theres no walls to scale no tunnels to...

"Good" and "Evil" only exists in our heads, because if we had no mind we wouldn't label people, places, or things according to how convenient they are to us.Everything is equally different, and the reason I wish I was an object instead...

Like usual, I'm writing this because I need to whine and I'm too much of a coward to do it to a real person.

I don't have a bad life. Not really. Not compared to so many on here. I have an okay job. Little luxuries. Friends I adore...

On Human Standard and ways...

of how they think and what they believe....

of my human nature and my tendencies...

of my want to be the best.. and get everything...

of things I should not care...

My entire life I have felt trapped.  Like there was always something or someone holding me back from living the way that I wanted.

I feel trapped by my parents, I feel trapped by my friends, I feel trapped in my relationships...

"It was an accident, didn't mean for it to happen", is what we all say.But consequences can't be escaped from.How are there so many people, how do people keep on living when everyone who claims to love us want to shape us into the image...

I’ve been reading a lot about Dysthymia. Everything about it seems to fit me. It’s where I feel I belong. I’m afraid I can’t feel much of anything, other than “blah, grey nothing,” emptiness, flat, stagnant…or and i...

                              
...that I can't break out of.
Surely, it wasn't always this way. I do believe somewhere in time, I was truly happy. It's saddening that I can't pin-point this era of my life...

I'm trapped inside my mind. 
Sometimes it has a life of its own. My Add can kick in and has control.  I can't spell and the correct ones look wrong.  I don't include all the words in a sentence. ...