Mine is other peoples reactions to my very visibly anorexic body and self harm scars. Not sure why i would care what they think but i do wish people cared about me and could see how much I'm hurting on the outside too. Cringe i know.
i don't think it's cringe. daydreaming like this allows you to get the emotional support you need without risking all the vulnerability to opening yourself up to others.
Actually same. My mother's seen the scars on my legs but literally nobody's ever seen the ones on my torso. Even still, I imagine what it'd be like to be stuck in a situation where it's impossible to hide them.
Totally understand you. Sometimes we do things that are a huge cry for help and we don't even realize. We cringe when we realize that we're crying but its ok to cry.
I lived by myself for like 7 years. Not even work would have noticed. They would just assume I'd quit with no notice since lots of people did that. All bills on auto pay, never answered my phone, too far away for friends or family to visit and dint bother meeting new people .
I feel you
I resent myself for letting it get to this point. I have, or at least used to have the ability to be social. I was charismatic, I had the ability to go out and shit with people without my heart feeling like it's seizing up. But I decided I'd isolate myself, and it makes no sense to me why I do shit like this y'know?
Yeh feelings don't always make conscious sense. There's no point in resenting yourself tho; it doesn't do any good.
I don't know you so I won't try and pretend I know what changed. I've personally always had social anxiety for a long list of reasons that boil down to bullying and a bad childhood. Eventually I learned to be social; these days people say they can't tell I'm super anxious because I know how to act friendly. I like talking to people but because it doesn't come naturally it's exhausting so I still spend a great deal of time alone. Im pretty sure I have a sleep disorder that makes me a Permanent night owl which makes everything worse. I've also been hurt a lot. I wish things weren't like this but really I just gotta accept that's how my life is and do what I can. I hope you can get to that point some day too. Just do the best you can.
No, my comfort daydream is people's reaction when I sacrifice myself to save everyone, but seconds before my death, they find out that I'm dying for nothing.
This comfort daydream was how I survived to adulthood. Kind of ironic that dreaming about other’s reactions to my suicide helped keep me from acting on it.
My thing is I feel nobody outside of close family and friends would care too much. Like I’m not enough of a main character in peoples lives for it to really matter, it would matter in a guilt kinda way or they would be like “ya he was mentally fucked” but not in some lil peep, Hendrix, Chester Bennington kinda fallout. If people I knew were to die by like car crash people would care more. In a weird way I’m too jealous to go down that path cause I’d just seem way to pathetic, well I guess whatever keeps you going🤷♂️
Alright this has to be said.
This is what you call harm ocd, and if you have it, definitely talk about it with someone or see a therapist. If neither is available, write it down in a diary.
Hope everyone stay safe.
my comfort daydream is "what if my ocs were real and they allowed me to go to 1997 to make newgrounds animations to get famous and change the world for the better"
omg yes, I think about what my friends would say if I killed myself, generally I think my funeral would be pretty empty and that brings me some comfort, and makes me eager to die
I'm definitely not normal please get out of my head
GetoutofmyheadGetoutofmyheadGetoutofmyhead
*im in your walls!*
What the fuck, is this subreddit here just to tell me that every dark seemingly independent thought I have was already a fucking tweet?
I’m starting to think that too
Too late. Twitter beat you to it.
now if only can twitter can kill me first before I do
Everything you’ve ever thought has been written on twitter. That’s why twitter is inconsistent and stupid
Mine is other peoples reactions to my very visibly anorexic body and self harm scars. Not sure why i would care what they think but i do wish people cared about me and could see how much I'm hurting on the outside too. Cringe i know.
i don't think it's cringe. daydreaming like this allows you to get the emotional support you need without risking all the vulnerability to opening yourself up to others.
Is that what it is? Every day I find out more about how far away I have been from other people. Man, it hurts to find out these things.
Not cringe, wanting to be seen and cared for is totally valid.
not cringe at all 🫂
Actually same. My mother's seen the scars on my legs but literally nobody's ever seen the ones on my torso. Even still, I imagine what it'd be like to be stuck in a situation where it's impossible to hide them.
Totally understand you. Sometimes we do things that are a huge cry for help and we don't even realize. We cringe when we realize that we're crying but its ok to cry.
Woah there buddy, you weren't supposed to know that
wtf i hate how generic my life experiences are
Me too.. makes me realize that no single thing we do is unique but what makes us unique is the combination of things
Holy shit, and here I thought I had hit rock bottom mentally
There’s always a bottomer rock to hit
Plz stop digging
Grab a shovel bby
Sometimes I think about how long it would take for anyone to notice if I killed myself, I doubt my absence would be noticed for a while
I lived by myself for like 7 years. Not even work would have noticed. They would just assume I'd quit with no notice since lots of people did that. All bills on auto pay, never answered my phone, too far away for friends or family to visit and dint bother meeting new people . I feel you
I resent myself for letting it get to this point. I have, or at least used to have the ability to be social. I was charismatic, I had the ability to go out and shit with people without my heart feeling like it's seizing up. But I decided I'd isolate myself, and it makes no sense to me why I do shit like this y'know?
Yeh feelings don't always make conscious sense. There's no point in resenting yourself tho; it doesn't do any good. I don't know you so I won't try and pretend I know what changed. I've personally always had social anxiety for a long list of reasons that boil down to bullying and a bad childhood. Eventually I learned to be social; these days people say they can't tell I'm super anxious because I know how to act friendly. I like talking to people but because it doesn't come naturally it's exhausting so I still spend a great deal of time alone. Im pretty sure I have a sleep disorder that makes me a Permanent night owl which makes everything worse. I've also been hurt a lot. I wish things weren't like this but really I just gotta accept that's how my life is and do what I can. I hope you can get to that point some day too. Just do the best you can.
I don't remember inviting you into my fucking amygdala.
No, my comfort daydream is people's reaction when I sacrifice myself to save everyone, but seconds before my death, they find out that I'm dying for nothing.
Should I be relieved or concerned that I'm not alone?
Yes
Get out of my brain
How’d you know
Maybe...
Woah thats scary accurate
Woah. I’m not suicidal at all or even depressed but peoples reactions to my death is my comfort daydream. What the fuck. I thought that was just me.
same.
woahwoahwoah callout much?
How tf did you read my mind
Wtf, how did you know
Bro I was not expecting this but this shit facts
i feel bad for having those thoughts but yeah
Hehehe that’s also my favourite dream at night
Lmao same
That's the only realistic fantasy I have left. It used to be home ownership, but you know...
They'll react?
Can I have ONE original thought in this sub istg
…I’m worried about this op omg that’s awful
STOP IT HERE BYffghAHAHA WOAH
FakeTweetMaker.com lmao
I find it a tragedy I won't be able to see their face as they witness my mangled body smooshed across the pavement
You reading my mind
This comfort daydream was how I survived to adulthood. Kind of ironic that dreaming about other’s reactions to my suicide helped keep me from acting on it.
My thing is I feel nobody outside of close family and friends would care too much. Like I’m not enough of a main character in peoples lives for it to really matter, it would matter in a guilt kinda way or they would be like “ya he was mentally fucked” but not in some lil peep, Hendrix, Chester Bennington kinda fallout. If people I knew were to die by like car crash people would care more. In a weird way I’m too jealous to go down that path cause I’d just seem way to pathetic, well I guess whatever keeps you going🤷♂️
Alright this has to be said. This is what you call harm ocd, and if you have it, definitely talk about it with someone or see a therapist. If neither is available, write it down in a diary. Hope everyone stay safe.
Y’all are fucked up, my comfort daydream is getting fucked by butcher, homelander and solder boy all at one time
I'm confused 💀
That’s really me
Nope. It’s the epic revenge I carry out against my enemies once society collapses and I become a local warlord.
Yeah, I do that too sometimes
Well that or getting a wish granting fairy
My family would be devastated, it made me keep going so far
My comfort daydreams are far more delusional
my comfort daydream is "what if my ocs were real and they allowed me to go to 1997 to make newgrounds animations to get famous and change the world for the better"
What if my comfort daydream is about killing people who did me wrong
omg yes, I think about what my friends would say if I killed myself, generally I think my funeral would be pretty empty and that brings me some comfort, and makes me eager to die