Rainbowdreamer
Waiting for the bus in the rain (in the rain)
- May 19, 2019
- 9
Anyone else have BPD? My life is constant pain. I will never have normal relationships or interactions with others . I am convinced that I am fundamentally romantically unlovable in any long - term, sustainable, day - to - day way.
I've been through DBT twice as a client and used to teach it professionally, and it did arguably make my life better, because it largely made me more able to pass as neurotypical. But the symptoms and urges are still there and still consume my life. It's gotten easier to hide the terrible, soul crushing pain I'm in all the time.
I can't really hold a job, and I'm nothing but a burden on my father, who supports me financially. Everyone gets fed up with me eventually. Everyone gets tired of my emotions and my neediness and that's WITH my using skills to navigate those interactions. Like, me at my most skilful still makes everyone hate them eventually and still wants to die every single day.
I can't stop thinking about it. I cry for hours every day. I self harm nearly every day. My life is never not misery. The only think that sometimes makes it bareable is distracting myself with my hyperfixations, but even my relationship with those is weird and lopsided and causes people around me distress.
I know that ctb...(that's the right way to say that, right?) is going to cause my sister and my father immense pain, and I feel crushing guilt about this, but I genuinely, honestly believe that their quality of life would get better when I'm gone. I am an emotional and financial drain on them all of the time.
I just need to not be here any more. My brain is on fire all of the time and I need it to stop, but it never ever will, as long as I'm alive.
I've set a date in my head. November 1. It's enough time for me to get my shit in order and put everything to bed, as it were. I do feel some small relief with knowing a date, but I also feel unbearably sad knowing that this is my life and that this is the only way I will ever know peace. It makes me sad for the life I could have had if I wasn't borderline. It makes me sad thinking about how much it will hurt the people I love. I wish there was some other way, other than living with this fucking nightmare disorder for every single day for as long as I draw breath. But there is no other way. So November it is.
I'm glad to have somewhere that I can post openly about this, since I won't be able to tell anyone without them overreacting and trying to hospitalize me.
I've been through DBT twice as a client and used to teach it professionally, and it did arguably make my life better, because it largely made me more able to pass as neurotypical. But the symptoms and urges are still there and still consume my life. It's gotten easier to hide the terrible, soul crushing pain I'm in all the time.
I can't really hold a job, and I'm nothing but a burden on my father, who supports me financially. Everyone gets fed up with me eventually. Everyone gets tired of my emotions and my neediness and that's WITH my using skills to navigate those interactions. Like, me at my most skilful still makes everyone hate them eventually and still wants to die every single day.
I can't stop thinking about it. I cry for hours every day. I self harm nearly every day. My life is never not misery. The only think that sometimes makes it bareable is distracting myself with my hyperfixations, but even my relationship with those is weird and lopsided and causes people around me distress.
I know that ctb...(that's the right way to say that, right?) is going to cause my sister and my father immense pain, and I feel crushing guilt about this, but I genuinely, honestly believe that their quality of life would get better when I'm gone. I am an emotional and financial drain on them all of the time.
I just need to not be here any more. My brain is on fire all of the time and I need it to stop, but it never ever will, as long as I'm alive.
I've set a date in my head. November 1. It's enough time for me to get my shit in order and put everything to bed, as it were. I do feel some small relief with knowing a date, but I also feel unbearably sad knowing that this is my life and that this is the only way I will ever know peace. It makes me sad for the life I could have had if I wasn't borderline. It makes me sad thinking about how much it will hurt the people I love. I wish there was some other way, other than living with this fucking nightmare disorder for every single day for as long as I draw breath. But there is no other way. So November it is.
I'm glad to have somewhere that I can post openly about this, since I won't be able to tell anyone without them overreacting and trying to hospitalize me.