Discussion When did the clock stop for you?

[Alexei_Kirillov]

For me it stopped in 2019, when I reached the end of my soulful life and the hemorrhaging began. I'm all bled out now, and dead but for my beating heart. I don't recognize myself in the mirror, in photos, because I still expect to see my 2019-self staring back at me. Six painful years have gone but my self-conception just stays the same.

 

[Hollowman]

1991

 

[Forever Sleep]

Things started to go very wrong aged 3 when my Mum died. So, I suppose it's reasonable to say it fell from the wall and the glass smashed at that point. But age 10 via (likely) narcissistic bullying, my life reverted to coping mechanisms. Not so sure there's been all that much 'living' since then. Just getting through as best I could.

 

[Namelesa]

Sorry just thought to clarify, what does it mean for the clock to stop for someone? Sorry me dumdum

 

[OptingOutSmiling]

July 2024. When my person decided to leave the country, meaning me too. My world ended and I became an empty shell. Surviving only with the hope and belief that we will find the way to be one again. @Namelesa this is what it means to me anyways, feeling already dead inside.

 

[ForeverCaHa]

For me I guess it would've been back in 2005, with home life + school life + a genetic disposition to sadness working against me. But then earlier this year it really came to a screeching halt in the space of one afternoon, no coming back from this one I'm afraid to say

 

[S like Siren]

Without a shadow of a doubt, from the moment I was conceived, my condemnation began there.
But the moment in which things changed drastically was 2015 with no turning back but only going down and more down til the tragic end.

 

[WhiteRabbit]

2013 was the start but 2017 is when I became really ill and mostly housebound.

 

[HarryCobean]

2012 was the last year I count toward my age. None of the later ones deserve to count.

 

[Dak]

When I was a child my mom banged on my door yelling about a pillow. Apparently her beloved pillow shredded in the dryer and I was to blame because I did something to the pillow or dryer that made this incident happened. As I'm trying to hold the door closed so she can't come in to beat me like usual she says "I wish I could beat you until you didn't move anymore". That's when the clock stopped for me. When I realized I'm not and never will be anyone's beautiful little princess.

P.S. I didn't touch that fuckin pillow!