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WaistedPotential
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- Feb 5, 2025
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Remember to share your struggles, kings and queens. I want to encourage men especially, to share your stories. I promise that people care. And, at the very least, I care. I'm going to come back to this as often as I can too.
I'll begin by sharing my self harm scars. I've struggled with major depression my whole life. As a man, it's hard to talk about, and I don't really know what causes it, but body image issues are a contributor. During what seem like depressive episodes, I'll obsess over random shit thinking it will make me better (they never do), and a few times it's been weight loss.
On one occasion when I was 25, I managed to lose 40lbs as I was convinced I needed to look stunning for my funeral (I was actively planning my bus trip then). Free college therapy l convinced me to live. Unfortunately, I didn't have that luxury the next time.
Fast forward a years-and-some-change, and I am lying on the kitchen floor searing matches into my forearm. Why? I decided I was going to punish myself for every day I failed to stick to my diet. I failed every day, and this turned into my coping mechanism for almost 2 years.
Those years after flunking out of college a second time were rough. I was completely alone. The only reasons I didn't get a bus ticket, were because of my cat, and the fact that my mom would be so sad. The depression never really goes away. It's the obsession that's so dangerous. I'm not quite ready to CTB, I have too many things keeping me here, but it will never be off the table.
TL;DR I started burning myself with matches as punishment for failing to lose weight. It quickly became a coping mechanism for severe depression.
Edit: felt the need to be more inclusive with this post.
I'll begin by sharing my self harm scars. I've struggled with major depression my whole life. As a man, it's hard to talk about, and I don't really know what causes it, but body image issues are a contributor. During what seem like depressive episodes, I'll obsess over random shit thinking it will make me better (they never do), and a few times it's been weight loss.
On one occasion when I was 25, I managed to lose 40lbs as I was convinced I needed to look stunning for my funeral (I was actively planning my bus trip then). Free college therapy l convinced me to live. Unfortunately, I didn't have that luxury the next time.
Fast forward a years-and-some-change, and I am lying on the kitchen floor searing matches into my forearm. Why? I decided I was going to punish myself for every day I failed to stick to my diet. I failed every day, and this turned into my coping mechanism for almost 2 years.
Those years after flunking out of college a second time were rough. I was completely alone. The only reasons I didn't get a bus ticket, were because of my cat, and the fact that my mom would be so sad. The depression never really goes away. It's the obsession that's so dangerous. I'm not quite ready to CTB, I have too many things keeping me here, but it will never be off the table.
TL;DR I started burning myself with matches as punishment for failing to lose weight. It quickly became a coping mechanism for severe depression.
Edit: felt the need to be more inclusive with this post.
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