No therapists just yet.
Jonathan here.
This is going to be a rant, so please, if you know what’s good for you, you won’t read this. If I know what’s good for me, I won’t post this. However, I don’t, as you will see later.
I have finally come to terms with myself and my denial of reality. Reality has always been completely neutral to the world. Reality doesn’t care whether or not your family just got killed by a serial murderer who leaves you alive and mentally incapacitated. Reality doesn’t care whether your heart is rent in twain by the edge of love, over and over again. Reality doesn’t care what you have done to change it.
Well, I say f— all that. No matter what happens, I will keep going on. With unequaled help no therapist can give me, I will continue fighting reality until it shatters and can be made anew.
Because, really, there’s nobody like God when it comes to helping people. (For those who don’t believe in any higher power whatsoever, just replace it with yourself. I certainly won’t.)
I will march on into the future, blind like we should all be, but guided by someone else.
You can call me insane, and believe me, I probably am. All these delusions aren’t helping me at all. But I have to keep them up for now, because they keep me going.
Jonathan Ferxist
