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- #1520830
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- Share your good news!
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I just got out of one of the worst emotional periods of my life.
For months, I’ve been trapped in an endless cycle of overblown paranoia, violent urges, and anarchist fantasies. There’s just been so much BS in the world recently (especially in the USA where I live), that it almost became a form of escapism for me to fantasize about how I’d use violence to set things right. Once I start a revolution, kill everyone who pisses me off, and become the new leader of the free world, everything will be fine, right? Or, so I told myself. In reality, it was just an illusion, a lie I told myself to avoid the feeling of powerlessness against a rigged system.
It was only today, when my fantasies reached their climax, that I was finally able to break out. Someone very important to me (who I won’t name here) had been subjected to my rants for long enough, and was finally done. They called me out on my crap, and finally drilled in the lesson that had flown over my head for years: why violence is wrong. According to them, it’s impossible to eliminate injustice completely. Killing one bad person won’t stop countless more bad people from abusing the innocent for their own personal benefit. But if I murdered them in a vain attempt to stop them, that would just result in my morality being squandered. I would rot in a jail cell for the rest of my life, and everyone would just know me as “the psycho who killed all those rich people”.
I attempted to refute their arguments, but I couldn’t. Deep inside, I knew I was wrong. So, I started to cry: something I hadn’t done in years. When I was done crying, and I finally admitted that they were right, it was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I was free to be myself again: to work on being the best person I can possibly be, not get irrationally upset about issues I can’t solve.