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High intelligence often comes with heightened pattern recognition. You start noticing social masks, forced conversations, performative friendships, hidden motives, emotional immaturity, and energy that feels draining instead of nourishing. Many highly intelligent people also have more active nervous systems, deeper inner worlds, and lower tolerance for superficial stimulation, so solitude can feel safer than constantly shrinking themselves to fit environments that don’t feel aligned.
A LOT of MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES disappear when bills are paid, rent is secure, and the fridge is full. Peace is expensive. And pretending money doesn't affect mental health is privilege.
I was 6 years old the last time I cried. I remember it vividly. I was no longer a baby. I was a boy and I was specifically told Big Boys Don’t Cry. Up until then crying was a form of communication. You got things you wanted when you cried. That quickly stops as a young man and you realize your tears don’t cause people to move anymore. Years go by and those tears you hold back start to fill up in your body and all you can do is pray you never run out of space. An overflow of emotions is bad weather and those around you often don’t know that they’re in the Eye Of The Storm…New song July 10th 9am.
When someone dies by suicide, people ask:
Why didn’t they talk to someone?
What were they thinking?
How could they do that?
But when someone tries to open up, the world often says:
You’re overreacting.
You’ll be fine.
You’re too sensitive.
That’s life get on with it.
Silencing people in pain and then judging their silence is one of the cruellest things we do as a society.
sunlight increases longevity. forest walking lowers blood pressure. touching grass lowers inflammation. the ocean reduces depression. playing in dirt boosts immune function.
nature is not optional.
youre not sick. youre just nature deficient.
What happens when you die:
They divide up your shit.
They summarize your life in 500-1000 words.
People who knew you less say sorry to people who knew you more.
Everyone eats, drives home, and wakes up the next day and goes to work.
Whatever you’re worried about won’t be in those 500 words.
You can dare greatly or not at all, but you’re gonna die either way.
Might as well squeeze every motherfucking drop out.
QUESTION: "My husband (31M) and I (29F) have been married for almost 6 years. I was cleaning the garage yesterday and found a folded piece of paper tucked behind his toolbox.
It was a suicide note.
He wrote it 3 months ago. He wrote about feeling like he failed me, like he was useless, like I deserved better. He wrote that he was sorry for not being enough. He signed it with “I love you. I’m sorry.”
But… he’s still here. He’s alive. He’s laughing with me, watching shows, talking about the future. And I don’t know if I should bring it up.
I’m terrified that if I say something, it will push him closer to it. But I’m even more terrified that if I say nothing, one day I’ll find a letter that isn’t tucked away but left out for me."
ANSWER: You tell him everything, you absolutely gush, you break down, you sob, you drag every ounce of everything you have in you to the surface, you mourn his death directly in front of him.
You leave no emotion unturned.
Very very few suicidal men want to die, but despair has taken hold of them. Sacrificial (Note that word CAREFULLY) despair. Where the only just outcome in their mind is their own end for the "greater good", for some benefit. They value their lives as so expendable, so without value that the best they can do for the ones they love is end it so as to not be an impediment to future happiness, or perhaps go out in such a way that their loved ones financially or socially benefit.
Men are obsessive. They fixate. Don't even get mad at me, you know EXACTLY what I mean. And when they begin to fixate on how the most logical course of action in their life is their own end it spirals. Goes from being a fixation to a self fulfilling prophecy. They become a cult of one just psyching themselves into it, never out of it, waiting for the right moment.
A dreamy calmness comes over them. That's why he's laughing, planning for the future, having a good old time. He doesn't want your last moments with him to be sad, he doesn't want to tip you off or worry you. Chances are he wrote out the letter but kept it to himself so that when, after he lost his life through some accident that paid out well you'd find it, years later, and know the truth.
So the only force against such monstrous despair is Love. Pure Love. Brutal Love. The kind to make the Angels weep.
Prostrate yourself and show him that the entirety of your future is at his mercy. To shock him out of that dream like haze of acceptance of his own end. To show him that the cost of his endless loss amounts for more than any pitiful benefit.
Good luck. Just remember... if ever there was a time for honesty with your man, this is it. Be direct, be honest, and show him that connection, make him see it. Make him feel it because you can be all but assured he feels like he lost it and he's been grasping for it ever since.
Right now, your only priority is getting your life back on track and becoming the best version of yourself. Don’t stress about who stays, who leaves, who understands, or who switches up. This season is about finally doing what is best for you. Heal your mind, rebuild your discipline, protect your peace, get your money right, strengthen your body, and return to yourself. Whoever is meant to walk with the new version of you will meet you there.
YOU ARE THINKING TOO MUCH
Nobody cares. You can just do things. Most things do not matter. Everyone has their own problems. Go after what you want. Do not miss opportunities. Make your life revolve around your goals. Ask without hesitation. Be cringe. Live freely. Sleep without thinking about the past. Every day could be your last. Do whatever it takes to fulfill your purpose.
When you understand that everyone has their own worries, you stop thinking about how others perceive you.
If you do not act as the main character of your own life, it means you are placing others above yourself.
Then you never truly lived.
Women don't understand how long a man can go without anyone being kind to him for no reason.
Men receive kindness in exchange for being useful. Women receive kindness freely from the moment they're born. A man can be surrounded by people who depend on him and still have nobody who would take care of him if he stopped being useful. We don't even think of that as being strange.
Good people have high levels of empathy, but once that empathy is exhausted, they switch to a state of objective observation. They see you for exactly who you are, without the filter of their love. This is why their anger feels so cold, it is the absence of the warmth you took for granted