
NodusTollens
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- Nov 17, 2020
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I don't want to share the whole thing, but here is a portion of it. I was greatly surprised that when it came down to it, I couldn't be angry with anyone.
I'm sorry.
I know these words won't take away the pain you're feeling, but I want to try & explain- to give an understanding of why I did what I did.
It would be easy to be angry or hurtful with these last words, but I just want the cycle of pain to end.
I'm tired of waking up everyday. Tired of never knowing. Never knowing if I'll be able to walk or move without pain... if I could take care of myself. I wonder whether I'll have the "pleasure" of being attacked by my nervous system- if I'll be able to stand long enough to shower. Whether my mental health will steal what little energy I have left- if I can get out of bed.
Depression stole my will to live, anxiety made me fearful of how a person like me could forge a path in this life- in spite of myself... I wonder if I ever stood a chance. I mean, something as all encompassing as a personality disorder leaves life to exist beneath a layer of hopelessness. I can't run from myself & there is no "cure." Traumatic memories where I'm plagued by sudden intrusive flashbacks that steal me away from the present moment, making it hard to function, causing dissociation & panic attacks when I'm reminded by some of the worst experiences of my life.
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The second half is more personal, so I'm not going to share that portion.
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I'm sorry.
I know these words won't take away the pain you're feeling, but I want to try & explain- to give an understanding of why I did what I did.
It would be easy to be angry or hurtful with these last words, but I just want the cycle of pain to end.
I'm tired of waking up everyday. Tired of never knowing. Never knowing if I'll be able to walk or move without pain... if I could take care of myself. I wonder whether I'll have the "pleasure" of being attacked by my nervous system- if I'll be able to stand long enough to shower. Whether my mental health will steal what little energy I have left- if I can get out of bed.
Depression stole my will to live, anxiety made me fearful of how a person like me could forge a path in this life- in spite of myself... I wonder if I ever stood a chance. I mean, something as all encompassing as a personality disorder leaves life to exist beneath a layer of hopelessness. I can't run from myself & there is no "cure." Traumatic memories where I'm plagued by sudden intrusive flashbacks that steal me away from the present moment, making it hard to function, causing dissociation & panic attacks when I'm reminded by some of the worst experiences of my life.
—/—/—
The second half is more personal, so I'm not going to share that portion.