I’ve been carrying a lot on my back, and for a long time, I haven’t been able to let it go.
I don’t know where to start, and it will be a long thing to talk about. But… I need to let it go. I’m someone who is a coward, who runs away from problems and is not able to face life head-on, not in real life, taking refuge on the Internet.
And even here I’m not happy. For almost two and a half years, I was the main administrator, just below the owners, of the largest Spanish-language furry telegram community. Before that, I’ve been on many other websites. And all of it has been problems, which have made me run away.
But let’s get to the point. That community, as I said in a previous post, gave me meaning in life, but at the same time it took my life away. It was like an unpaid job. Get up, moderate from 8 in the morning to midnight, always keep watch, and if I missed a day or two, I already had the owner on top of me constantly throwing shit at me. To the point that waking up in the morning meant my first thought was “What’s going to happen today?”
When I found out that one of the owners was… well, he wasn’t a legal person, and he did things, I won’t go into details, but you can get the idea, I told everything to the owner, his partner, out of loyalty I had her. With evidence, in detail. Irrefutable evidence. And yet, she decided to hate me, for showing her the reality of things.
So I left, and I left without harming anyone, I just deleted my telegram account, and re-created it with the people I loved. My mind is self-destructive, and I kept creating “what if…” scenarios.
I decided to do what I did years ago, almost a decade ago, with another website. Leave, take refuge in the boorus. Only instead of derpibooru, I decided that since I had an account, I would start on this booru. Upload images again, help to tag, and so on.
It occurred to me that I could keep my head still, replace the time I spent in that community, in this one, in a more constructive way. And so I did. I don’t regret it. Poor Fletch, that’s for all the pain I gave him at the beginning. Imagine, I even doxed him on telegram by chance to see why he left me on read on discord, and he made me an assistant at that moment, I suppose so that I would leave him alone.
A year has passed since that, and everything has passed. As I said, I don’t regret it. I’ve kept my head still, overcome that moment of depression, and helped many artists, users, and Fletch and Luna along the way.
Three… no, four months ago, I got to know someone very special in my life. Someone I decided to give a chance at love and see what could come of it.
It was a supportive relationship. I got her through everything bad, I gave her the support she needed most, and I was there for her in the good times and the bad, until the end. Today, she told me she was sorry, she told me what she used to tell me sometimes, that I didn’t deserve her, that I should have something better than her, and that she was going to hurt me if this continued. She told me… that we were breaking up. And finally, she told me that her life was not going to continue.
Then, she blocked me, and surely, she finally committed suicide.
My reaction was the same as always, unfortunately. I went to Fletch, I told him, welp, what were the requirements to be a moderator. To help him more, and the rest of the staff, but above all, to keep my head still. An absurd method of defense, in which, I protect myself from the harm that will come from thinking things over.
Don’t judge me, or think that I’m sad. On the contrary, unlike other couples, she was able to tell me upfront what would happen, that it wasn’t my fault, and the truth is, she didn’t lie to me or blame me for everything.
But, I felt that I had to let it out with someone, this time with you, to sleep well, to be able to… I don’t know. Be at peace with myself.
This is an endless cycle, life has always been like this, with pleasant moments and misfortunes, eternal. When I think everything is going well for me, something happens that shows me that it will not always be like this.
I am not a religious person, not in the way that everyone can be. I used to be, I fervently believed in words written on paper by people of yesteryear. But with misfortunes, I have stopped believing, until for me, those words no longer have meaning.
Can I say I believe in science as a religion? Would that be correct? No, not in science. I believe in what has been shown to me is true. I believe in Furbooru, because it has been shown to me that it is a project that has a future, it has feelings, people, affection, and an end.
I believe that people are kind. I believe that we are not made bad by anything other than the circumstances we live through, go through, and learn. That with an effort, however small, everything changes.
I believe in the Legacy we leave in others. It is not us who will be remembered, but our actions, and what they leave on the people they interfere with.
There is no heaven, hell, purgatory, afterlife for me. There is only today, now. No tomorrow, no yesterday.
So… why? Why am I unable to feel pain anymore? Others would have broken in my place. Others would be shattered, others would not know what to do. Why the hell do I just keep working, keep going with my life? What’s the point of continuing, then, in me? That’s something I don’t understand anymore, why I do it. I just do it.
I think I’ve taken so many hits in my life that I became insensitive to them.