Malaria
If I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead
- Feb 24, 2024
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So much self loathing. So very much self loathing.
I've mentioned this before in other threads, but I've gotten into toxic friendships many times. More times than I can even count. I have difficulty seeing red flags, I have difficulty cutting contact with toxic people because of my issues with abandonment, and more often than not when someone is abusive towards me, I feel like I deserve it.
I'm remembering an incident that happened about three years ago. Someone I really cared about lashed out at me and said some of the most hurtful things anyone has ever told me. Sometimes I blame myself for what they said to me. Like I deserved it. Like everything was my fault. Like I'm nothing more than an awful person who deserves to be yelled at and insulted. That I'm just a worthless stupid hypocritical doormat and I deserve to be walked all over. I have so many regrets. So many regrets... I hate who I've become. And when I hate who I've become, it makes me think that everyone who ever said anything hurtful to me was right about me.
I really really really hate myself. I feel like I deserve to be abused. I feel like I deserve to be metaphorically and literally torn to shreds. I don't know what it's like to love myself, and the thought of loving myself makes me disgusted. That person was right about me...
I'll never forget what they said to me that night. I'll remember it for the rest of my life. I cried so much that night. But I probably deserved all of it and more.
I've mentioned this before in other threads, but I've gotten into toxic friendships many times. More times than I can even count. I have difficulty seeing red flags, I have difficulty cutting contact with toxic people because of my issues with abandonment, and more often than not when someone is abusive towards me, I feel like I deserve it.
I'm remembering an incident that happened about three years ago. Someone I really cared about lashed out at me and said some of the most hurtful things anyone has ever told me. Sometimes I blame myself for what they said to me. Like I deserved it. Like everything was my fault. Like I'm nothing more than an awful person who deserves to be yelled at and insulted. That I'm just a worthless stupid hypocritical doormat and I deserve to be walked all over. I have so many regrets. So many regrets... I hate who I've become. And when I hate who I've become, it makes me think that everyone who ever said anything hurtful to me was right about me.
I really really really hate myself. I feel like I deserve to be abused. I feel like I deserve to be metaphorically and literally torn to shreds. I don't know what it's like to love myself, and the thought of loving myself makes me disgusted. That person was right about me...
I'll never forget what they said to me that night. I'll remember it for the rest of my life. I cried so much that night. But I probably deserved all of it and more.