Read on Twitter
The best thing about Twitter is your friends being able to see everything you tweet.
The worst thing about Twitter is your friends being able to see everything you tweet.
The worst thing about Twitter is your friends being able to see everything you tweet.
This is the only place I feel comfortable speaking about myself - despite being completely exposed - yet, I still feel pressured to downplay everything I say regarding myself because I know my friends will see it and either brush it off or overreact.
I feel I& #39;m stuck in a situation where, if I vent, there are two outcomes; I& #39;m seen as if I& #39;m making excuses not to do things and am being awkward for no reason or, I& #39;m wildly exaggerating in an attempt to gain sympathy.
Both outcomes achieve the same result for me, where I shrink into a hole and assume the worst, often neglecting to speak with people for weeks.
My relationship with myself - my whole way of thinking even - is self-destructive. I punish, I wound & I bully myself, knowing completely that it achieves nothing, yet I am still compelled to pursue it.
Twice, this behaviour has led me to a point of, *seemingly*, no return. On two occasions in 2019 and once in early 2020 I attempted to take my life - each time being saved by random strangers; a homeless man named Martin, a cyclist called Lisa and a security guard called Shafir.
The only thing that keeps me going these days is the fear of making their efforts all in vain. I don& #39;t know them and they don& #39;t know me, but I& #39;ll always remember them as my voice of reason.
Additional shoutout to Grammarly for the analysis of this thread.
