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- May 30, 2023
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I'd like to take the first sentence to say sorry for my long posts.
I've done a lot of terrible and disgusting shit when I was a child. (and I will not elaborate) That is the main reason for any of my suicidal thoughts/self harm thoughts. This immense guilt/shame is also a recent-ish development, really taking off like two years ago or something. We're also talking with an additional religious guilt. Think my frontal lobe is getting up to speed or some shit idk. Fucked up late bloomer ig. Why I don't go on with ctb however makes me fucking fold, because first I'd need to get completely over my fear, I can't do that to my friends, I can't do that to my family, and I sure as hell can't do that to my best friend, who has been suicidal our entire relationship iirc. That would kill them. My best friend has already been through too much. I understand that I've gotten lucky with my best friend, hell maybe even completely so. It drives me insane that I would do far more damage than I've ever done before if I ctb. It drives me insane that when I look back, I can see exactly why I did things, and the reasons go even farther back, it's like I was somewhat predisposed to do the things I did.
I feel guilty that I've had a rather sound childhood, even if some things just completely miss the mark, I just don't fucking deserve the good things I have in life. It's like to the point where there's a good chunk of me that wouldn't at all mind being abused, and I'm not sure where else exactly where the fuck that comes from besides guilt. And it's even more odd, once people start talking about the abuse they've gone through, I feel guilty as well even though that wasn't me. Like what the fuck is that? Do I Identify that much with being the bad guy?
It's not like I feel quite in place anywhere either, there's not one place, mental or physical where I don't feel alone to some extent, that I don't belong. Everywhere I am, even if my mind's off things, deep down I will know I am a lie to others.
Other than that, I'll share that I also feel obligated to try and help people that want help in this forum. If I'm being naïve/stupid here in any way, please let me know.
My fucking flaw with one rule (only giving advice/encouragement to those who ask for it) is just on my side of things- having tried to help the same person going through so much shit over the course of like, six or eight years. How do I get over that kind of stress here? It's crushing to me.
I already think I fucked up, in the three, count em T H R E E posts I've already made before, and I'm sorry. Trying to help has become something of a yeeyee ass stupid habit of mine, and I believe that takes away the genuineness of wanting to help to at least some degree. It's not that I'm not happy to help either, or that helping is stupid, it's that the way in which I try to help has become, or always was stupid.
There's also the problem of me being so accustomed to one individual, so I'm used to their anxiety, their depression, their coping mechanisms, etc..
How would you suggest that I get accustomed to the people here besides going through the individual's posts? I get the vast majority here dislike platitudes, which is something I'd like to discuss/look into. There's just this wall made up of, 'I'm new here' and 'I don't get you' and I'd like to destroy it as much as possible.
Thanks for your time.
I've done a lot of terrible and disgusting shit when I was a child. (and I will not elaborate) That is the main reason for any of my suicidal thoughts/self harm thoughts. This immense guilt/shame is also a recent-ish development, really taking off like two years ago or something. We're also talking with an additional religious guilt. Think my frontal lobe is getting up to speed or some shit idk. Fucked up late bloomer ig. Why I don't go on with ctb however makes me fucking fold, because first I'd need to get completely over my fear, I can't do that to my friends, I can't do that to my family, and I sure as hell can't do that to my best friend, who has been suicidal our entire relationship iirc. That would kill them. My best friend has already been through too much. I understand that I've gotten lucky with my best friend, hell maybe even completely so. It drives me insane that I would do far more damage than I've ever done before if I ctb. It drives me insane that when I look back, I can see exactly why I did things, and the reasons go even farther back, it's like I was somewhat predisposed to do the things I did.
I feel guilty that I've had a rather sound childhood, even if some things just completely miss the mark, I just don't fucking deserve the good things I have in life. It's like to the point where there's a good chunk of me that wouldn't at all mind being abused, and I'm not sure where else exactly where the fuck that comes from besides guilt. And it's even more odd, once people start talking about the abuse they've gone through, I feel guilty as well even though that wasn't me. Like what the fuck is that? Do I Identify that much with being the bad guy?
It's not like I feel quite in place anywhere either, there's not one place, mental or physical where I don't feel alone to some extent, that I don't belong. Everywhere I am, even if my mind's off things, deep down I will know I am a lie to others.
Other than that, I'll share that I also feel obligated to try and help people that want help in this forum. If I'm being naïve/stupid here in any way, please let me know.
My fucking flaw with one rule (only giving advice/encouragement to those who ask for it) is just on my side of things- having tried to help the same person going through so much shit over the course of like, six or eight years. How do I get over that kind of stress here? It's crushing to me.
I already think I fucked up, in the three, count em T H R E E posts I've already made before, and I'm sorry. Trying to help has become something of a yeeyee ass stupid habit of mine, and I believe that takes away the genuineness of wanting to help to at least some degree. It's not that I'm not happy to help either, or that helping is stupid, it's that the way in which I try to help has become, or always was stupid.
There's also the problem of me being so accustomed to one individual, so I'm used to their anxiety, their depression, their coping mechanisms, etc..
How would you suggest that I get accustomed to the people here besides going through the individual's posts? I get the vast majority here dislike platitudes, which is something I'd like to discuss/look into. There's just this wall made up of, 'I'm new here' and 'I don't get you' and I'd like to destroy it as much as possible.
Thanks for your time.