
gimpyfairy
Member
- Sep 23, 2025
- 17
75% vent, 25% discussion, please feel free to ignore what I say below, it is worthless.
I'm not sure what led me to this, but I've never really cared about my future. I always thought that eventually I'd kill myself anyway, so nothing really mattered. I don't fear death any longer; it's just apathy and circumstances keeping me alive. At some point, around early high school, I started getting intrusive thoughts repeatedly affirming that "You are not real." I kept telling myself it wasn't true, since I had enough self-awareness to realise it's delusional, but they never really went away. I still have them at times, but more or less it has changed to any variation of "You are nothing / You are not a person / You are subhuman / You are an object." I started agreeing with them. I don't feel like a person; it's like I walk through crowds and people don't bother avoiding me or even recognising my existence, as if my friends don't really care who I am or what I do, and my family says they want the best for me, but they don't really support me in any way, or when my therapist just pushes aside my concerns that medications don't work on me, when I feel empty and worthless because there is nothing truly pushing me forward other than the obligation to move forward. My friends and family make me feel like a commodity that can't serve its purpose, my therapist treats me like a cash cow, and society does not perceive me. I've forgotten what made me this way; I don't remember my own struggles properly anymore, and I believe that is because there is nothing justifying my existence or identity.
I'll probably give up on therapy.
I'm not sure what led me to this, but I've never really cared about my future. I always thought that eventually I'd kill myself anyway, so nothing really mattered. I don't fear death any longer; it's just apathy and circumstances keeping me alive. At some point, around early high school, I started getting intrusive thoughts repeatedly affirming that "You are not real." I kept telling myself it wasn't true, since I had enough self-awareness to realise it's delusional, but they never really went away. I still have them at times, but more or less it has changed to any variation of "You are nothing / You are not a person / You are subhuman / You are an object." I started agreeing with them. I don't feel like a person; it's like I walk through crowds and people don't bother avoiding me or even recognising my existence, as if my friends don't really care who I am or what I do, and my family says they want the best for me, but they don't really support me in any way, or when my therapist just pushes aside my concerns that medications don't work on me, when I feel empty and worthless because there is nothing truly pushing me forward other than the obligation to move forward. My friends and family make me feel like a commodity that can't serve its purpose, my therapist treats me like a cash cow, and society does not perceive me. I've forgotten what made me this way; I don't remember my own struggles properly anymore, and I believe that is because there is nothing justifying my existence or identity.
I'll probably give up on therapy.