Suzanne B.
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I write about mental health, odd experiences, and the stuff that sticks in your head. Sometimes it makes sense.
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It’s Really Not That Deep
Some days I hate myself for still wanting things I was never built to have. Some days I hate everyone else for having them without trying. I hate their friends. I hate their laughter. I hate birthday parties and inside jokes and photos where nobody is standing slightly outside the circle. I hate how effortless it looks. Like if you asked them how they do it, they’d laugh. Or look at you in that quiet way that makes you wish you hadn’t asked. I know it’s pathetic to resent people for being loved. I know it makes me seem like someone you wouldn’t want to know. I hate that I know that and I still feel it anyway.
By Suzanne B.13 days ago in Psyche
Good Luck Understanding This. Content Warning.
There’s a difference between surviving and actually living. Surviving is quiet, mostly invisible work. It’s holding yourself together just enough so the world doesn’t notice you’re cracking. But, of course, it comes with a cost. It settles quietly in the corners of your life no one sees - the pieces of yourself you give up just to remain present, and the relief that never quite comes. That’s a truth I’ve carried with me for years.
By Suzanne B.6 months ago in Psyche
Half Here, Half Elsewhere
When you experience the world through a different lens, it creates this invisible distance between you and others. You’re there, but something always feels a little off. You watch the flow of life around you, but something holds you a little apart from it, like you’re just a step behind or a beat off - and you’re left there trying to catch up, never fully in sync.
By Suzanne B.10 months ago in Psyche
