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Sicsadsupergirl
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- Dec 23, 2020
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I need to vent and speak my mind, I can't talk to anyone. Funnily enough I do have friends who understand suicidality, but I can't tell them why I am suicidal and want to die, because it is too fucking embarrassing. I've been depressed and anxious since I was a pre-teen and after more than a decade of that, it finally got bad enough that I went to hospital, was diagnosed and got help. I was always pretty and thin. Then my medication gave me binging urges and I've gotten so fat, almost tripled my weight, that now I am too fat for any doctor to take me seriously. I tried to talk with my psychiatrist about medication change, but he said I should instead lie to my employer and tell them I had physical therapy every morning, and in reality go to the gym for 2 hours and be late to work so I could lose weight. He said once people on the street started to find me attractive again, I'd be happier. My partner hasn't touched me for 4 years since I got fat, but also doesn't break up with me because that would make him a shallow asshole, and I don't break up with him because I desperately love him. I am too ashamed to see people because I am just grotesque and horrible. It was quite the life lesson that once I got help with my depression and got better, a year later I was just as bad because I realized love is conditional, and no human loves me unconditionally. The condition is being thin and I am not. With every pound I gained a lost a piece of love and now I got so big that none of it is left. The only fucking person who never cared about my weight is my dog. How fucking ridiculous. And the thing is, I find other fat people attractive. I am fully behind fat-positivity, but I am too hurt by other peoples' reaction to my body changes. They also all forget that I have a fucking PhD, am successful in my job and a kind and caring person, who is extremely disciplined. Do they really think I am too lazy to lose weight? I am angry and I am sad and I have lost all hope. I am now so fat that only weight-loss surgery and following skin reduction could save me, and the statistics show even that is too often no long-term solution. I saw a picture of myself earlier today and I just can't go on anymore. I cannot live in this world anymore, in which I am harassed on the street for my body size, where I go to the doctor for help and all they tell me is to lose weight, in which the people I thought loved me only do so fully when I am thin. I have fucking had it. I wish I could learn to love my body, and believe you me, I tried. I went to fat-positive therapy for a fucking year, 48 sessions, paid by no insurance, and 2 weeks after I stop I am back at hating myself so much that I cannot stand it. I am writing my letters, because I know people will need an explanation. I don't have anything of value so don't need a will. My parents and partner know I don't want extraordinary measures. I just have to find a way to do it. To get over the anxiety. Because unfortunately, I am terrified of benzos etc so not sure what I could take beforehand to calm me down. I hate this world so much. I wish things could have been different. I wish I could go back and say No to the meds because even being thin and depressed AF was better than this fresh hell. In which I will no doubt get comments on this post to just lose weight. If you find it in you to not tell me to lose weight, please don't. I just needed a place to say how miserable and horrible I am for gaining weight, the biggest fucking crime you can commit in this life.