Lately, When I express my genuine thoughts and concerns, it feels like a form of punishment.

This happens both at work, in meetings where input is supposedly valued, and in my personal life. My attempts to voice a concern or a different perspective are often dismissed as pessimism, exaggeration, or even egomania. It seems I am being penalized simply for having an opinion and for caring enough to be concerned.

Increasingly, I feel that I am being passively silenced—not with a direct command, but with subtle cues and reactions that make thinking feel like a forbidden act. I am being reduced to a sounding board, a wall for others to shout at, with no expectation of a reciprocal conversation. My role is not to contribute, but to absorb.

And then, people wonder. They wonder why I am burning out, why my energy and creativity have evaporated, why my motivation has dwindled to nothing. They don't see the cumulative weight of being silenced.
I notice that the situation is gradually affecting my body. I currently only sleep with a tight chest and painful breathing, and I wake up in the middle of the night with my heart racing.

Heard a conversation today:
Him to her: "Not like I knocked you into a wall."
Is this the new dating criteria?

More Halloween wallpapers #heyfreak #gothic

Halloween wallpaper #heyfreaks

It seems a shadow of misfortune follows me. I've come to expect it: a fleeting moment of light is always chased away by a familiar storm, pulling me back under with brutal force.

What truly unnerves me is the silence within. The emotional echo of these disasters has faded to nothing. I am a dry well—events that should summon a flood of tears now barely register. Is this resilience, or is it erosion? My psyche, to save itself, seems to have severed the wires, leaving me feeling like an spectator in my own tragicomedy, muttering, 'This can't be real.'

I observe my life as through a thick, silent pane of glass. The impact is muted, the meaning distant. I am a curious stranger to my own apathy, asking, 'What happens when you simply have nothing left to feel?'

Is this emptiness making me stronger, or is it the void before the collapse? I built these walls stone by stone for protection, but now they encircle me. They keep the world's anguish out. The question is no longer about weathering the storm, but whether I am fortified within a sanctuary, or entombed within a cell of my own making.

My new clock arrived a 30 day key wind wall clcok. It needs a clean and overhall, got it cheap as seller said chime wont chime on time on the correct hour. All you need to do is set the hour forward or back its only the minute hand that cannot move back lol. I love my 1910 Seikosha wall clock but being so old she needs constaint attention. These modern clocks don't.

BeautifulMonster How do I cash out my earnings from my wallet?

[JeSs] I haven't figured out the wallet thingy yet. Mind you, back in the day, I was accustomed to meeting fine upstanding Colombian men wearing cheap cologne and carrying Louis Vuitton Monogram Briefcases. The contents of which are not yet declassified.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crDTz1skj9c