ColdLightOfDay
Serge’s alt.
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Some days my only interpretation of anything within my sensual field, whether sight, sound, taste or smell is a manifestation of suicide fuel. It’s as if anything I do, be it making a coffee, lighting a cigarette or staring out the window simultaneously engages the pain pathways in my brain and leaves me destitute. I am reminded of horrific and humiliating events in my past through actions that have nothing to do with them, a nondescript taste or smell can initiate a form of deja vu in which I am forced to relive past failures as if they are unfolding in the present. I think my brain is just so wired to suffer at this point that any stimulation it receives, be it pleasurable or not manifests as some form of suffering. Anyone else experience this?