stuckpotato
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- Feb 24, 2024
- 4
After many appointments I found out my psychiatrist diagnosed me with bpd. I never wanted to be 'one of these people' as I've known many and I know how hard it ist for everyone around them. So I stopped going to my appointments.
2 years into my relationship and I recognize so many patterns that are toxic and stupid and I hate myself for being this way, for doing this to my partner. I've ruined my relationship with my family and I'm pushing my partner to end this relationship by being the way I am. As much as I try, I can't change my behaviour and my thoughts are exhausting. I cry every goddam night. He can't comfort me, he doesn't understand nor is it his fault. Maybe it's for the better. I know that if he breaks away, it was my absolute last reason to stay here. Yet, I'm the one ruining it, knowing, what the consequences are. Is this maybe what I want? Am I getting rid of reasons to live? What is life good for? I always thought I'd be happy if I have income, an apartment, a car, a partner. I have all of it. Still not enough. Work makes me depressed, I have no social contacts beside him. No hobbies, no plans, only struggles. Maybe it would be better for him and my family. And for me tbh, I just wished I could stop all these thoughts that cross through my mind every day. They make me want to never wake up. I'm just waiting, until then, I'll have to decide for a method so I'm not unprepared and wouldn't have to feel the pain of it all for too long. I don't want any of this anymore.
2 years into my relationship and I recognize so many patterns that are toxic and stupid and I hate myself for being this way, for doing this to my partner. I've ruined my relationship with my family and I'm pushing my partner to end this relationship by being the way I am. As much as I try, I can't change my behaviour and my thoughts are exhausting. I cry every goddam night. He can't comfort me, he doesn't understand nor is it his fault. Maybe it's for the better. I know that if he breaks away, it was my absolute last reason to stay here. Yet, I'm the one ruining it, knowing, what the consequences are. Is this maybe what I want? Am I getting rid of reasons to live? What is life good for? I always thought I'd be happy if I have income, an apartment, a car, a partner. I have all of it. Still not enough. Work makes me depressed, I have no social contacts beside him. No hobbies, no plans, only struggles. Maybe it would be better for him and my family. And for me tbh, I just wished I could stop all these thoughts that cross through my mind every day. They make me want to never wake up. I'm just waiting, until then, I'll have to decide for a method so I'm not unprepared and wouldn't have to feel the pain of it all for too long. I don't want any of this anymore.