Chr0nicAnhedonic
So much for stardust...
- Oct 1, 2023
- 69
Title, basically. I apologize for this being way too long, but the main question is: how do I like/accept myself if I've spent my entire life hating myself?
Part of my suicidality comes from the fact that I hate myself on a fundamental level. It's been like this for as long as I can remember; I genuinely cannot list any positive qualities about myself, and even if I could, those qualities are easily made into negative ones. For example: I'm autistic, and "positive" qualities that come with it are passion (for certain things) and honesty. However, those qualities in me often display as arrogance and dickishness. This, combined with all of the dysfunction that comes with my autism, means to me that there's no real upside and it's another in my long list of negative qualities. I also used to pride myself on my empathy, but that's faded over time as I've grown more and more bitter, and me consoling someone oftentimes means me hijacking their misery with my own.
I never feel accomplished if I somehow manage to accomplish something. Oftentimes, it feels like a complete fluke or I'm just catching up to a basic level of function. Why should I feel proud of myself for managing to brush my teeth, when that's something basic everyone does without thinking? Why should I feel good about finishing my work, when that's the baseline expectation of me? Why should I be happy with my accomplishments, when those accomplishments are something most people can and already have done? And when I inevitably regress and fail to do those basic things, what does that say about me?
Success is fleeting, but failure is utterly devastating to me. Logically, I know that failure is (contextually) not a complete endpoint and is a learning tool, but it completely crushes me. Failure feels like evidence of my deficits, of which I have many, and haunts me long after whatever I've failed at. I'm extremely emotional as a result of failing, and I am constantly berating myself for both failing and letting that failure affect me. Even something as small as misplacing my phone leads me to insult myself for being stupid, incompetent, and anything else I can negatively associate myself with. People I happen to be around are definitely put off by this and are increasingly impatient with me as a result (among other reasons to be impatient with me). Failure doesn't just happen to me, it defines me. I don't just fail, I am a failure.
I know that I as a person am not the sum of my actions, and that every person has worth regardless of their shortcomings. Still, that doesn't feel true to me, if that makes any sense. I can't separate my worth and my sense of self from my actions (or lack thereof). I can't believe that someone who is as toxic and self-loathing as I am would have any value to anyone. I can say that I'm "working on it" all I like, but this hatred is an inherent part of me and I can't let it go.
I've run the gamut on treatment options for this, I've been in and out of the mental health system for 15-ish years (since I was about 12-13). Medication didn't help and oftentimes exacerbated these feelings. Therapy gave very cookie cutter responses and methods on tackling this. Meditation felt nice in the short term but those thoughts would eventually come back and I can't stay consistent with it, journaling felt cathartic but honestly put those thoughts into actual text and thus gave them extra power, talking about my trauma didn't really address my ongoing issues, challenging my negative thoughts just meant those thoughts would clap back even harder because I don't have evidence to disprove them (and the negative thoughts do have evidence), etc etc. The only methods I haven't tried are the more "novel" methods like ketamine and psychedelic treatments, but I'm incredibly wary of them because of the lack of data and the price for them.
I really do want to recover if I can, but that's looking less and less like a possibility. I've been trying to better myself, and even though I am in a better spot in my life than I was last year, it still feels like my efforts are ultimately fruitless since this rot inside of me is still going and is still strong. I feel like that I'll end up going through with my CTB plan anyway.
Part of my suicidality comes from the fact that I hate myself on a fundamental level. It's been like this for as long as I can remember; I genuinely cannot list any positive qualities about myself, and even if I could, those qualities are easily made into negative ones. For example: I'm autistic, and "positive" qualities that come with it are passion (for certain things) and honesty. However, those qualities in me often display as arrogance and dickishness. This, combined with all of the dysfunction that comes with my autism, means to me that there's no real upside and it's another in my long list of negative qualities. I also used to pride myself on my empathy, but that's faded over time as I've grown more and more bitter, and me consoling someone oftentimes means me hijacking their misery with my own.
I never feel accomplished if I somehow manage to accomplish something. Oftentimes, it feels like a complete fluke or I'm just catching up to a basic level of function. Why should I feel proud of myself for managing to brush my teeth, when that's something basic everyone does without thinking? Why should I feel good about finishing my work, when that's the baseline expectation of me? Why should I be happy with my accomplishments, when those accomplishments are something most people can and already have done? And when I inevitably regress and fail to do those basic things, what does that say about me?
Success is fleeting, but failure is utterly devastating to me. Logically, I know that failure is (contextually) not a complete endpoint and is a learning tool, but it completely crushes me. Failure feels like evidence of my deficits, of which I have many, and haunts me long after whatever I've failed at. I'm extremely emotional as a result of failing, and I am constantly berating myself for both failing and letting that failure affect me. Even something as small as misplacing my phone leads me to insult myself for being stupid, incompetent, and anything else I can negatively associate myself with. People I happen to be around are definitely put off by this and are increasingly impatient with me as a result (among other reasons to be impatient with me). Failure doesn't just happen to me, it defines me. I don't just fail, I am a failure.
I know that I as a person am not the sum of my actions, and that every person has worth regardless of their shortcomings. Still, that doesn't feel true to me, if that makes any sense. I can't separate my worth and my sense of self from my actions (or lack thereof). I can't believe that someone who is as toxic and self-loathing as I am would have any value to anyone. I can say that I'm "working on it" all I like, but this hatred is an inherent part of me and I can't let it go.
I've run the gamut on treatment options for this, I've been in and out of the mental health system for 15-ish years (since I was about 12-13). Medication didn't help and oftentimes exacerbated these feelings. Therapy gave very cookie cutter responses and methods on tackling this. Meditation felt nice in the short term but those thoughts would eventually come back and I can't stay consistent with it, journaling felt cathartic but honestly put those thoughts into actual text and thus gave them extra power, talking about my trauma didn't really address my ongoing issues, challenging my negative thoughts just meant those thoughts would clap back even harder because I don't have evidence to disprove them (and the negative thoughts do have evidence), etc etc. The only methods I haven't tried are the more "novel" methods like ketamine and psychedelic treatments, but I'm incredibly wary of them because of the lack of data and the price for them.
I really do want to recover if I can, but that's looking less and less like a possibility. I've been trying to better myself, and even though I am in a better spot in my life than I was last year, it still feels like my efforts are ultimately fruitless since this rot inside of me is still going and is still strong. I feel like that I'll end up going through with my CTB plan anyway.