This is horrible and embarrassing but I can't stop thinking about it. Sadism is basically taking pleasure in other people's pain. And ever since I was little, I've experienced some kind of pleasure in daydreaming about movie characters in painful situations, amd have even gotten "turned on" by it.
I've realized this is bad, but it had just been a "okay, that's a bad thing, don't do that," and that's been about it. But recently, as in the last few days, I realized it's a part of me that NEEDS TO GO. I've been a writer for about 10 years, but always felt that maybe I shouldn't be, for some reason. Couldn't ever put a concrete reason why. But maybe it's because I get too much enjoyment out of when the characters are hurt (even though most of the time I have them be rescued).
I don't want to hurt another human. I hate that my brain does this. I'm trying to change it, to not be "pleased" when bad things happen to made up characters. But I can't stop thinking about how awful and vile of a person I am. I couldn't sleep, I was up till midnight crying and praying. I'm shaking and I feel utterly miserable. I think I have to give up writing but I don't want to, it feels like the one thing I love, creating stories, has been ruined. Not all my stories are even that bad, the worst maybe being on the level of the Hunger Games, and mostly being, like, teen sci fi or something to that level.
I hate myself. Part of this might be OCD, but part of it is an actual problem I'm trying to fix, and I don't know what to do and I feel sick.
I've realized this is bad, but it had just been a "okay, that's a bad thing, don't do that," and that's been about it. But recently, as in the last few days, I realized it's a part of me that NEEDS TO GO. I've been a writer for about 10 years, but always felt that maybe I shouldn't be, for some reason. Couldn't ever put a concrete reason why. But maybe it's because I get too much enjoyment out of when the characters are hurt (even though most of the time I have them be rescued).
I don't want to hurt another human. I hate that my brain does this. I'm trying to change it, to not be "pleased" when bad things happen to made up characters. But I can't stop thinking about how awful and vile of a person I am. I couldn't sleep, I was up till midnight crying and praying. I'm shaking and I feel utterly miserable. I think I have to give up writing but I don't want to, it feels like the one thing I love, creating stories, has been ruined. Not all my stories are even that bad, the worst maybe being on the level of the Hunger Games, and mostly being, like, teen sci fi or something to that level.
I hate myself. Part of this might be OCD, but part of it is an actual problem I'm trying to fix, and I don't know what to do and I feel sick.