I've signed away my weekend for the sake of teaching teenagers to use machine guns.
I cracked today.
It was after school when not many people were around and it was only for a couple of minutes, but for a time I was a complete monster. I lost all sense of direction, all sense of morality. I attack anything that is nearby. I let out a scream, a roar. Thank God for gun control.
I realized how quickly life can change. How a split second of savagery can destroy so much. I also realize how powerless I really am. I've always thought of myself as a failure but I always thought I have the power to change things, that I have some control over myself. I was wrong. I felt it coming but I couldn't stop it. I know what I was doing was wrong but I couldn't stop.
It was horrible. I've humiliated myself and it seems even that was not enough. My better side managed to suppress all that frustration and misery and self-destructive rage but I can still feel it inside. The next one might come at any time. I can break down at any time and when that time comes nothing can stop me from hurting and destroying even the things I value and the people I love.
It's coming, I can feel it. I hope when that time comes I would have the strength to fight. But scared of that monster. Utterly, terribly, hopelessly scared.
I cracked today.
It was after school when not many people were around and it was only for a couple of minutes, but for a time I was a complete monster. I lost all sense of direction, all sense of morality. I attack anything that is nearby. I let out a scream, a roar. Thank God for gun control.
I realized how quickly life can change. How a split second of savagery can destroy so much. I also realize how powerless I really am. I've always thought of myself as a failure but I always thought I have the power to change things, that I have some control over myself. I was wrong. I felt it coming but I couldn't stop it. I know what I was doing was wrong but I couldn't stop.
It was horrible. I've humiliated myself and it seems even that was not enough. My better side managed to suppress all that frustration and misery and self-destructive rage but I can still feel it inside. The next one might come at any time. I can break down at any time and when that time comes nothing can stop me from hurting and destroying even the things I value and the people I love.
It's coming, I can feel it. I hope when that time comes I would have the strength to fight. But scared of that monster. Utterly, terribly, hopelessly scared.
So you had your first psychotic break? Congratulations, you are a (crazy) man now. Welcome to the club. You are not powerless. You can learn to live with it or adapt it or suppress it.
Sometimes if you feel like reality is breaking down and the world is jumping on your shoulders, it's best to isolate yourself. I usually tell my best friend and gf I need my time alone and that I'll get back to them in a week. Then I shut off my cell and other communication devices and just do all that relaxing crap like walks in the woods, meditations, running, firing guns and so on.
Ultimately, if you feel you really cant handle it on your own, go get professional help. Just pick a good doctor and not one of those prescriptionists.
I'm not sure whether or not to be happy that I'm not quite as crazy as you guys. Not yet, at least.![]()