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Hi guys,
Just have decided to be clear with you. Maybe those few of you who followed what was up with me, have noticed my decreased activity. I don't want to make another long lamenting posts about my life or stories like I used to long ago. I realize that you have better things to do.
I should have made this post long ago, but something has always stopped me. At first, I was afraid of admitting it to myself, then admitting it to you. I did not want to appear weak, or naive, or a moron. That's why now I appear an unpredictable, emotionally unavailable bastard.
So, I failed. Failed at being healthy. Where to begin... I figured stuff about my past, my abusive background, and unconsciously, slowly I became preoccupied with it. I have learned from articles regarding the development of children, that with the background I have I'm basically sentenced to death.
I have also realzied that I have Complex PTSD. Most probably it had been underlying why I was having depression and anxiety. Until May, I did not even figure what it was. I had similar symptoms to depression and anxiety, but I knew it wasn't the same. All I felt that I was a failure, that it was my second relapse, and seemingly every time I get better, my diseases will come and knock me down even harder. On the top of that, these months I went without regular therapy, as my psychologist moved. I tried to look up other ones and bared my soul to 7. All of them either refused me, were inexperienced or were too expensive. We're skyping now, but it's not the same.
So, sorry about not being here, I just no longer give a damn. Which feels miraculously liberating after 8 years of anxiety, but it is also really empty. I have lost interest in everything. Even photography. I've tried to convince myself to get involved, but every little thing in me resists that. I might post in every once in a while, extremely old photos, but I just don't really care...
I don't even know why I made this. Feel free to be mad at me, hate me, or whatever you want, really. Feel free to ignore me. Anything, really. If you worry, don't. I'm not planning suicide, but I don't feel a reason to keep on either. But don't worry. God will handle me. And I don't feel anything basically.
Sorry for being an emotionally unavailable bastard I still love you and am grateful to each of you with all of my heart,
Amy
Just have decided to be clear with you. Maybe those few of you who followed what was up with me, have noticed my decreased activity. I don't want to make another long lamenting posts about my life or stories like I used to long ago. I realize that you have better things to do.
I should have made this post long ago, but something has always stopped me. At first, I was afraid of admitting it to myself, then admitting it to you. I did not want to appear weak, or naive, or a moron. That's why now I appear an unpredictable, emotionally unavailable bastard.
So, I failed. Failed at being healthy. Where to begin... I figured stuff about my past, my abusive background, and unconsciously, slowly I became preoccupied with it. I have learned from articles regarding the development of children, that with the background I have I'm basically sentenced to death.
I have also realzied that I have Complex PTSD. Most probably it had been underlying why I was having depression and anxiety. Until May, I did not even figure what it was. I had similar symptoms to depression and anxiety, but I knew it wasn't the same. All I felt that I was a failure, that it was my second relapse, and seemingly every time I get better, my diseases will come and knock me down even harder. On the top of that, these months I went without regular therapy, as my psychologist moved. I tried to look up other ones and bared my soul to 7. All of them either refused me, were inexperienced or were too expensive. We're skyping now, but it's not the same.
So, sorry about not being here, I just no longer give a damn. Which feels miraculously liberating after 8 years of anxiety, but it is also really empty. I have lost interest in everything. Even photography. I've tried to convince myself to get involved, but every little thing in me resists that. I might post in every once in a while, extremely old photos, but I just don't really care...
I don't even know why I made this. Feel free to be mad at me, hate me, or whatever you want, really. Feel free to ignore me. Anything, really. If you worry, don't. I'm not planning suicide, but I don't feel a reason to keep on either. But don't worry. God will handle me. And I don't feel anything basically.
Sorry for being an emotionally unavailable bastard I still love you and am grateful to each of you with all of my heart,
Amy
2,5 years... Wow
Hey there everyone!
Wow, I sure as hell haven't been here for a while.
I've decided to look a little bit back on my dA page - because you know how people are, we like to feel nostalgic, revisit memories, and stuff like that. Sometimes I checked my page before, to get some old photos and such, but this is the first time I've logged in. And wow. I'm quite shocked by how even 2,5 years after my quit, some of you still reply to me, send me happy birthday wishes, and my page's still being viewed by some people... Honestly, this is amazing. While I was here, this community was something I cherished very much, so the least I can and absolutely SHO
There's something I need to tell...
Okay, so. You probably have noticed that I've been inactive. Now I've decided to be honest. Again. And with this text I do not mean to offend anyone.
I think we all know those artists, who just seem to magically draw people towards themselves. Who may upload whatever, they could count with an influx of favourites and 50 comments just within the first hour, who others immediately want to befriend. Well, I have never been that kind of a person, and sometimes it hurts. And thos of you who know my past with perfectionism, might surmise how hard I worked towards being that kind of a person.
When I registered, I would spend whole days or weekends
Venturing in Teacherland
Hello there my lovely darlings! :)
Firstly - because I've not figured about any other surface where I could squeeze in the information - I'm really sorry if I can't reply immediately, or can't thank individually for the favorites. I do see it and appreciate your kind gestures and support, and will most definitely find a way to properly express my gratitude.
As the title suggests, I've started private tutoring again. However, I've stepped up my game. I'm mainly requested to prepare for language exams, and to make adults love the language as they couldn't before. This means there are way less wisecracks, but sometimes, funny things still hap
On a personal note
Hi there my lovely darlings,
The time has come when I finally have become able to put the reasons of my emotional unavailability and extended absence into coherent sentences. Even if I don’t have to, I would like to make this explanation, as you deserve to know the whole story.
Last year I published a journal about my successful recovery. Indeed, a psychlogical test has proved that my levels of anxiety and depression no longer reached a pathological level. But I know something was missing. The life I lived at that time did not seem and feel like a life, and internally I seemed anything but healthy. I refused to acknowledge that, thoug
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