I think about this a lot I guess. As one of the older members (in terms of years on this earth as opposed to how long I've been a member), I've gone through cycles over my lifetime.
Around age 19 I made an active decision to
try - it wasn't easy and I relapsed a lot, but I tried really hard to stop actively harming myself as a coping mechanism for all the shit I was feeling internally. It didn't change much of what I was feeling internally, but I guess I committed to myself to give life a go instead of defaulting to ending it.
And I did. And there were times in my life where I think I felt happy. And there was still something in me that felt hope - even if life wasn't exactly wonderful, hope that if I kept pushing through, I could be, maybe. And that hope, I guess, is different for us all, as what motivates us and makes life happy (or at least bearable) is so specific to each individual.
I think though, because I found my own holy grail in the form of a relationship I felt secure, safe and loved in for the first time ever, and I really did think "wow, this was what I kept holding on for - this was my hope, the dream" - though it didn't magically cure my shitty mental health, for the first time I really could see a future I looked forward to. And I was glad, for the first time, that all my misinformed ctb attempts when I was younger hadn't been successful.
It took the better part of four decades to find that and genuinely I felt a sense of peace internally. And though life still threw random shit at me as it is prone to do, it was somehow manageable with him around.
He died. We didn't even get that much time together in the grand scheme of things.
And though I know that life is ups and downs, highs and lows for everyone, I also know that there are a lot of people who manage to much more easily ride the lows, whereas for me the lows are next level immersive darkness and always have been - BPD heightens every single emotion and I generally have never felt particularly equipped to deal with life and all its traumas and uncertainties, whether big or small. The stuff people might think is "small" to me is catastrophic, and the big stuff is apocalyptic.
So…. Genuinely I've tried, and tried, and tried some more. And now I've lost all hope for "better", because I found a needle in a haystack for a pwBPD and then that got ripped away so fast. I'm not even in the acute grief stage anymore, I'm just in numb despondency and a sense of no longer wanting to try to be "better", or "happy", because for me it doesn't last long, and when things crash down, the crash is harder every time.