HarpyWitch
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- Aug 22, 2022
- 8
I don't know if it's my SI talking or if it's something I actually want but I think a part of me deep inside is still trying to find hope.
I wish I could earn at least some money from doing creative work – but I don't know what I could do. It feels like I'm not good at anything at all.
I wish I could finish my studies and teach kids, just like I'd once planned.
I wish I could find a support group.
I wish I was able to live on my own, without needing to depend on a partner.
Yet here I am, planning my end.
- 23F. I have BPD, PTSD, clinical depression, anxiety, Hashimoto's, insulin resistance, and PCOS. It's all just driving me crazy.
- I'm utterly heartbroken. I got broken up with half a year ago, two weeks after which he got together with the girl I had had a bad hunch about. We're still technically friends but he says he still feels something more toward me. While in a relationship with her. I don't know what to think.
- I've come to the conclusion that I'm not destined to be in a happy, healthy relationship. Thanks to my BPD. I'd decided I'd be forever alone so that I don't break another poor soul.
- Even my parents are tired of me, and I still have to live with them. I'm unable to find a job that wouldn't just further break me, I'm simply not in the right state of mind. I don't know how to finish my studies, either. To add to that, I'm in quite a big debt that obviously I'm in no position to pay off because I don't have a job, and I don't have a job because I'm so unwell, and I'm so unwell because I can't afford therapy... You get it.
- Apart from my ex, I only have one friend. I can't really talk to her about my issues, though, because hearing about them hurts her too much. I don't know how to find new friends. I don't even know how to talk to people; it never comes naturally to me. I'm so fucking lonely.
- I feel guilty for being in such a bad mental state. I know so many others lead much harder lives, and here I am, whining about my little problems. My parents always make sure to remind me of that, too.
I wish I could earn at least some money from doing creative work – but I don't know what I could do. It feels like I'm not good at anything at all.
I wish I could finish my studies and teach kids, just like I'd once planned.
I wish I could find a support group.
I wish I was able to live on my own, without needing to depend on a partner.
Yet here I am, planning my end.