VolatilePotato
BPD, boohooman
- Feb 22, 2020
- 69
I've always been a fighter. Throughout every instance, with all that I've been through, I had this innate drive in me to not give up, even when i had no options left. When my back was against the wall, I fought tooth and nail to get out of it. I've been through childhood sexual and physical abuse, foster care, orphanages, treatment, homeless, out of money, out of hope, out of spoons. But I never stopped. And that has brought me here. 30 suicide attempts in 7 years, adding another 12 this year. Multiple near death experiences where I was 20 minutes away from total organ failure. And then last year. I fought for my stability. I went through treatment, got sober and got an apartment. I had an amazing woman who is and was my twin flame. I had a good job. Then, in December, it all fell apart. My gf left me, I lost my job because of an injury, and I am now in danger of being evicted. All at once, and just as suddenly, everything I held near was gone. Violently ripped away as if it was nothing. And..it broke me. I know I could fight again. But I'm so tired, a deep exhaustion in my bones, my soul, my core. I'm tired of struggling for everything. I'm tired of searching for happiness and having it ripped away in chaotic fashion. My fight is gone. I never let anything break me before. But I just...I can't do it anymore when all I have to look forward to is this constant struggle. I can't be strong forever and I dont know why I should be expected to by whoever put me in this forsaken life. I lost my fight.