Falling Down

LegacyUser

Does anyone feel like they are on a spiral and they're just slipping away? Like life is something bizzare and languid and there isn't anything, there just isn't anything. I can pick myself up but I break when it comes to a hurdle. Everything flies by so quickly, I can't even bring myself to cry for everything that's already lost. I just loose more and more and more. When is life meant to happen? I'm trying to make a mansion out of dirt and dreams. I can't. Everything drifts away in a blur of time. I want to weep for what I'll never have.
I'm going to try not to fall. I can try. So I'll try.

bug

Falling Down wrote:

Does anyone feel like they are on a spiral and they're just slipping away? Like life is something bizzare and languid and there isn't anything, there just isn't anything. I can pick myself up but I break when it comes to a hurdle. Everything flies by so quickly, I can't even bring myself to cry for everything that's already lost. I just loose more and more and more. When is life meant to happen? I'm trying to make a mansion out of dirt and dreams. I can't. Everything drifts away in a blur of time. I want to weep for what I'll never have.
I'm going to try not to fall. I can try. So I'll try.

I think your language is very dramatic, almost poetically tragic and not presenting any facts of your situation what so ever.

You are down that's for sure.
But you need to order your head to present what's wrong with you in a logical way in order to get any responses from this forum and possibly for your own self to interpret what's actually wrong.

CliffHuxtabel

Sorry for your trouble dude. Sounds like you had a bad day.

Make yourself a cup of tea and watch some disney dvds. Things will be alright in the end.

Dont dwell too much on the future

Call Me Jimmy

Falling Down wrote:

Does anyone feel like they are on a spiral and they're just slipping away? Like life is something bizzare and languid and there isn't anything, there just isn't anything. I can pick myself up but I break when it comes to a hurdle. Everything flies by so quickly, I can't even bring myself to cry for everything that's already lost. I just loose more and more and more. When is life meant to happen? I'm trying to make a mansion out of dirt and dreams. I can't. Everything drifts away in a blur of time. I want to weep for what I'll never have.
I'm going to try not to fall. I can try. So I'll try.

Yeah I have to admit there are times I feel exactly like this, as if life is a bad dream almost, that I'm going to wake up and everything's gonna be ok. It's a wierd feeling alright.

cooker3

Become a poet with that sort of language usage. You seem cut out for it.

Hermy

Hard to know how to respond to this one. You paint a very painful picture but you paint it so beautifully. The more I read it the more I am reminded of Kipling's masterpiece If__. I'll post it here for all to read. I think it can give you back your hope even when you think all hope is gone.

If by Rudyard Kipling


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream, and not make dreams your master,
If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Victor

Hi, you really sound like you need someone to talk to. Phone your GP and ask them to recommend a local counsellor.

In the meantime, what type of things are getting you down? One of the thigns you seem to point at is you are trying to build a house (is that a metaphor?) - realise that once today is better than yesterday, that progress is being made, you can't and there is no need to make everything perfect today.

StormWarrior

You sound severely clinically depressed. You should visit your GP first thing tomorrow morning, because you don't have to feel like this any longer.

I also recommend taking fish oil supplements. It's proven to reduce the severity of depression symptoms.

Hermy

Hello again 'Falling Down',
Your thread has moved onto page two of this forum but I'm still thinking about you. I remain in awe of your opening post and I know that if you can create such beauty out of such desolate circumstances (as in the words in your opening post), then you can build that mansion with or without that dirt. Indeed you have already built a mansion by that opening post and I'm dwelling in it at the moment.
Don't weep for what you might never have. Rejoice in what you have already and in all you may strive to have. I don't have much but you have a way with words I can only dream of. This world and this life is often unpleasant but there is good stuff and there are good people out there. It's not yet time to give up hope.
Come back to the Boards and talk some more.

Maccattack

Before I read the replies I was going to suggest you are a poet. I'm sure you write a lot. Doesn't that pick you up?

Don't you get an immense sense of worth just from the knowledge that you can create in such a fashion? Arent you proud of your brain and your soul?

There is so much beauty in sadness. Whenever I have been in the position you speak of I got myself out of it. The first step was always recognising the beauty.

Everything is temporary. You will rise. You are an artist.

nobodythere

Yes.

sidneykidney

I think you should see your GP ,you sound really quite depressed.