I'm still on the fence as regards the potency of ‘venting’ as a therapy for mental issues.
As far as I know, negativity has never been a possible means of combating negativity. I know you'd preach the it-can-only-be-experienced sermon to me, and we've never been in the same shits or will ever be. But, I know what words do to the mind. Whether spoken or written. It's not the fact that they were spoken or written that's the problem. It's the whole process of conceiving them that is. And obviously, you wouldn't have a problem conceiving it because the mind's been filled with negativity already, so you just gave it a voice.
Lol. You gave it a voice. You amplified it. Because one way of making your mind conscious to something is saying it repeatedly. Why do you think we make positive affirmations and say all those all those motivational stuff to ourselves? It's to simply bring our minds to the plane when it can begin to think naturally, in that direction. That way our consciousness revolves around it, and with time, it plays out as our reality.
Maybe someone should volunteer to explain to me because I really don't get it. Bro, you're hurting yourself the more! If you don't have anyone around to hush you or feed your mind with positivity, you might end up being worse than before you started.
And by feeding your mind with positivity I don't mean lying to yourself. Yeah, it's okay to feel bad, mentally. But, unless the type of venting I once suggested in a post, venting isn't a outlet. To me, though.
You could go out with friends. See interesting movies. Play your best games. Listen to positive music. And if you feel like you need to talk, talk to someone who's got well enough positivity to subdue the negativity in you.
Don't just talk for talking sake. Take because you need help. And if you need help, you'd know that you need a listener, and you'd know as well, who your listener should be. Or you don't know delicate stuff like venting should be done with so much intentionality?
It's easy for us youngings to think that, when the years stretch out ahead of us. We feel immortal, like we have all the time in the world.
There are times when Death is not an adventure, but an escape from a life descended too far into hell. Any hell.
Death draws closer everyday. I can feel it...
Sometimes, I'm so afraid, my heart pounds. Other times, I feel perfectly at peace. It's not like there's much I can do to stop its arrival, anyway. There's no escaping. I'm on a train going full speed ahead.
The unknown is disturbing; it's beautiful and exciting to know the promises, but the uncertainty remains. What would it be like to die?
Will I suffer terribly? Scream and cry for death to take me? Maybe, I'd go to sleep in my bed one night and wake up somewhere else come morning.
Wouldn't that be nice? To die in my sleep, unaware of what's happening.
Yet, I know that kind of death is not for me. I sense it...
Maybe the increasing pain is a warning that my death isn't going to be so easy. I have a feeling God is going to make me face the Grim Reaper head-on. #death @writersnetwork @miraquill
We're just teens who is going through lot lately. We feel insecure and believe we look like a mess. We feel hopeless all the time. No one is there to help at the time you needed it, keep asking why we're being treated this way but no reply.
We don't know what hurts but it hurts, this moment is the hardest and we keep believing it's a phase that has no end. We carelessly fall in love, get attached and then broken. Then we push people away knowing the out come, knowing that we'd hurt them once again, so we choose to stay alone. We make decisions due to our state of mind but we know it wouldn't be easy.
You met a saviour but also left like others and we turned our back from others, Why? Because we're hurt. When your hands are tied and you're tired, you seek for acceptance but you find none, you're shattered and feel horrible, maybe you have issues because you seem not to understand anymore.
Suicide thought visits everytime you are down.
"Stop Pretending" some who doesn't understand make fun of our situation.
We became an angry person, why? Because what we've been done we never deserved any. We pray to God with our arms open, hope He will save us from this one day.
We wished we died or created as animals, funny? Not at all.This shouldn't be, sometimes we caused all of these because we let them hurt us, we gave them permission to and brought ourselves so low all because they gave us attention when we think we needed it the most but little did you know that, your weakness is a weapon they will later use against you.
Oh bird! Please convey my sadness To the angels high above Sing them songs of my miseries Recite my poems filled with darkness and grief Oh bird! Please convey my prayers To the lord high above Ask him to hear my plead To release me from all the pain and sufferings Oh bird! Please convey my message To my love high above Probably on heaven on the other side of the world Deliver him the letters I'd written with love Sing him all the love songs you've known And, send him my love Oh bird!