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Smothering Turmoil

Trying to Feed the Beast Within

By Tara xPublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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Deep within is the epitome of the soul.

There is so much that you want to do to just get rid of it. It's a sickness that you would do anything for just to diminish it or calm it down for awhile.

Weed

I would smoke to erase the feeling of sadness and numbness. To receive just pure joy and the deepest relaxation that one could feel. When I tell you, it would relieve the destruction that would occur in the depths of my brain, I couldn't believe it. But guess what? It stopped working. When it stopped I would feel the pain and torture in immense detail that it completely destroyed me internally. The monster was still not satisfied.

Sex

I only had two boyfriends before I went off to college. My mother forbid the idea of going over a boy's house or him coming over our house. So your girl had to get very creative and I would have sex at public places. Very classy. I know. Being mischievous and spontaneous fed the beast. It would keep me full for awhile until I broke up with my first boyfriend. He was the love of my life. The beast grew steadily as I was mourning the loss of my boyfriend. The loss of my lover. The loss of my best friend. The loss of the one that kept my monster fed. The second boyfriend was a rebound and I tried to feed the beast through sex. And you wanna know what happened? The guy couldn't even get it up. Hilarious, right? So the monster inside would scream and whisper so many dark things to me. Didn't know what to do with myself. But I tried this tactic again when I did go off to college. The guys. Man... the guys. Luckily I kept my studies up but at night I would feed the beast within. Trying to receive satisfaction and pleasure to release the emptiness I felt within. It kept him fed. And then it stopped. It didn't work anymore. I felt no real connection with the person and I started to not feel any pleasure nor any feeling. Just the numbness. Pain. Left me speechless and disappointed yet again, knowing that I couldn't keep it fed for no more than a week, then a few days and finally, not at all.

Partying

The parties at college were so much fun. In high school, I was never a real party person. But in college, it was a totally different story. The alcohol and music that would play while being high off my ass, made the monster turn nonexistent. It was an elevated high that I would always try to achieve because I was the most free, happiest, energized, flirtatious and charismatic person you could meet. I felt, for once, that I was my true authentic self without trying to pretend that I was her. As the second semester came around, I didn't go to many parties and that's when I could feel the claws start to tear through again. The heaviness of the darkness going through me and around me. The negative thoughts slicing through the other thoughts to be first. So overwhelming I wanted to be pushed off a clip that would lead to an unknown dimension. It. Wasn't. Fed.

I say all this to say that... You know what, there is light at the end of the tunnel. This is an ongoing battle that I will continue to fight. Sometimes I will lose and sometimes I'll win. I want to be here, alive, to know that there is still another day to win and defeat this illusion called Depression. I will continue to use positive solutions to defeat this monster even if it's for a second. And if it comes back, I can live with the fact that I felt happiness for a brief moment and I will live only for those moments no matter how dark it gets. I just hope... that this sickness won't take over to the point that there is no more fight left. I have to live with that fact that this beast within will never be full.

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Tara x

Slave to Love & Writing

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