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My Heart

Monday, February 26, 2007

Sometimes, late at night, I listen to my heart beating. If I allow myself, I can forget that it I am listening to myself live. Then, as quickly as I forgot, I again become keenly aware that it is my own heart beating. It aches. It burns. It is weak under the weight of my sorrow.

In these depths I have, more times than I can count, tried to simply stop living. My life force seems such a conscious and banal effort that I could will it to stop. I could, and would if the choice were mine, simply give up the tedious undertaking of keeping my heart beating.


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Hold on there

Come on Pete, there's much more life to live, Beer to drink and posts to be written.

Let's keep that heart going. Some of us need you to know that we're not the only ones out here going crazy.

Crazy...

You think I'm crazy? Me too. We have so much in common!

Hauntingly Beautiful

As sorrowful as this is, it's beautiful!

Sorrowful and beautiful

Sorrowful and beautiful... just like me.

In there with you

I think I understand a little of how you feel as I often wish (daily) the floor would open up and swallow me whole so I could just disappear. I feel you have put my feelings into words here: [My heart] is weak under the weight of my sorrow.

I am sorry to hear that you are in such a place right now. I know it's hard.

Having the same feelings as you do right now, I feel stupid trying to be a cheerleader or something and say that "it'll get better" and "you can do it!" But it will and you can. I hope you feel better soon and are able to find the love and support you need to lift some of that sorrow.

Go Team!

Love and support is nice. Thanks for all yours.

what does it cost you

to leave your marriage, compared to leaving your life? and i'm not being flippant, it's an honest question you have to ask yourself.

some depression is clinical, chemical. some is situational. and either can be episodic. but if this is the sort of thing you think about, often, then you have to ask yourself: my marriage or my life?

and i am so, so sorry you have to choose. this is the worst pain, truly.

Tertiary...

There's a third choice you left out... Alcohol.

at least you are alive

...feeling pain means you are alive. that is my story and i plan to stick with it.

the world is more interesting with you in it.

i guess you could just go back to stumbling blindly and numbly with faith - NOT.

you be tough. i am being selfish here but i like to read your posts every day. so stick around dammit.

Mmm numb...

Numb is nice. Though I prefer non-faith-based medication.

LOL

i hope you didn't miss my point about the faith... i ALSO prefer the non-faith based medication.

Hmmm

I often lay around and bitch in my head about just how much life I have in front of me to get through.

I am suspect of those who never have those thoughts at all.

I would love to be able to throw out a witty and pretty and gay ending to this comment, but I have none.

Just empathy.

Hehe

I think some West Side Story lyrics may have just crept into your comment. Which reminds me...

What's the only kind of wood that doesn't float?

Natalie Wood!

Natalie Wood

HA HA HA HA.

That is one of those moments where I feel like an asshole for laughing, but do it anyway.

Asshole

I have so many more worthy things to feel like an asshole about. Laughing at the fate of dead celebrities isn't even on the list.

How can it be

More than once a week I decide I feel like there is no reason to care and I feel the pointlessness of everything. I am not sure someone as lazy as I am and who procrastinates as much as I do is really ever suicidal. I do believe that things change and new circumstances and realities come about. They aren't always better, they aren't always worse. Part of being alive for me is remembering to respect my existence as valuable....every bit as valuable as anyone who ever existed. It's these grandios sounding, self-indulgent sounding thoughts that I entertain to counteract the self-destructive rational ones where I see how bad things really can be. I take comfort in knowing that among other things, you and I share suicidal depression in common. High five bro!?

Internet five!

Poetic

And you're always saying you're shallow. I think you just blew your cover.

Kiddie Pool

I really am more shallow than I let on.

What a dark club...

... made of those of us who have recently wished we could will ourselves to death.

Pills seem to keep that in check though.

And you won't believe me when I say it, just like I didn't when others said it to me, but the world's a better place with you in it.

-Jer

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