
tomakeitstop
Member
- May 5, 2022
- 20
Hi,
I'm new to this forum and wanted to introduce myself and give a little bit of my background. I'm also trying to process and make sense of everything that has brought me to this point and why I'm so certain that CTB is the only way that I can make the pain stop.
When I was 19 I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder type 1 with psychotic features and it's been an intense battle to manage my symptoms ever since. I've tried every medication under the sun, I even got sober seven years ago (which helped) and still I have debilitating episodes that make it difficult to hold down jobs, to hold onto relationships, to navigate social situations or even support myself financially. It's very hard to imagine that I'll ever be able to live a full and meaningful life this way. I'm 31 years old now and most of my friends are getting married and starting families. I've always wanted to be a mom, but I'm scared that my episodes would scar my children for life. It just seems like there's no future in which I can have the things that I want, manage my mental health, and be fulfilled in any way.
In the last few years, I've suffered some really serious blows in my personal life. In 2019, a 4 year relationship ended because my childhood trauma prevents me from having a healthy understanding of being able to set, understand, or process other people's boundaries and my own. I also struggle to self-soothe my own emotions and lean too heavily on my partners and friends and family for emotional support. This leads to me damaging relationships, and I pushed this very special man away from me as a result of the inability to address these issues. This breakup was incredibly emotionally devastating, but surprisingly I was not suicidal at all during the aftermath.
10 months after my long-term partner broke up with me, I decided to try having casual sex again in an attempt to start to move on. I had just graduated from college (after a 10 year battle to finish my degree) and I was in a really good place) and then I met "him". At first it was just supposed to be a casual thing, and I was hypomanic and hypersexual so I was just focused on sex and ignored a lot of red flags, but he fell for me super hard very quickly, which was really overwhelming. The problem is that he is one of the most sweet, funny, charming, kind, generous, smart, giving, loving, caring, affectionate, romantic, sentimental, thoughtful, and handsome people I've ever met and I couldn't help falling for him in return. We had a complicated summer romance that was at times wildly passionate and at times very painful, as I was still actively grieving the loss of my long-term relationship and moving on so quickly felt really confusing.
Simultaneously, he got into a car accident in the first three weeks that we were dating and his car got totaled and as a result of a predatory lender and a variety of other fucked up predatory actors in the automotive and insurance process, he was without a car for almost a full year. This placed him in a position of severe financial insecurity for a very long time, and being incredibly codependent as a result of childhood trauma and past domestic violence history, I immediately went into "rescuer"/fix it mode. I drove him everywhere, let him use my car when he needed it, even added him to my car insurance policy. I bought him groceries when he was going hungry. I always made sure that his needs were taken care of physically and emotionally and put his needs before my own, because he was in such a state of distress.
I have to own my part in this, which is that as a codependent, it's natural for me to put other people's needs before my own. It's a lot easier for me to take care of others than it is to take care of myself. It's easier to distract myself with other people's problems than to do the hard work of looking at my own problems and feeling my feelings and working on myself. Everything that I gave to him, I gave freely and willingly. Still, I received very little in return. There were times that he could show me incredible kindness and generosity and love and support. But when push came to shove, his needs and wants and desires always came first and I was made to feel like I was selfish and self-centered for asking for the bare minimum.
Over the course of the two years that we were together we broke up 6 times and there were moments that he treated me very badly. He could be incredibly mean and spiteful and petty. He even put the kitten he got me up for adoption after we broke up one time instead of giving her back to me. I always forgave him and I always took him back. I was no angel either, during a manic episode in 2021, the behavior I had when I was sick hurt him very deeply. But he doesn't want to show me the same compassion and forgiveness that I showed him for all these years. He kept me a secret from his family for the last year and a half and that hurt me very deeply. It filled me with shame, anger, grief and pain. He just took, and took, and took from me and gave very little back in return. I burned my life to the ground trying to save him from a situation in which he was so close to dying from lack of resources. I gave him every single bit of time, energy, emotion, and material resource that I possessed.
Recently he came into some money and finally has access to the financial stability and mental and psychiatric care that he's needed for a long time. He suffered a traumatic experience about a month ago and had to move to another city on very short notice. I was completely devastated, but willing to make a long distance relationship work and willing to move to that area because I also have family in that area. I was hopeful that things were finally turning a corner, that we would finally have a chance to heal.
Last week I drove up there to spend a week with him for my birthday, but I could feel that something was off. I've been feeling it for weeks, which is why I joined this forum. He broke up with me on my fucking birthday, you guys. We finished out the trip as friends and he would like to stay friends. But now he's in a new city with everything he's ever wanted: stable income, stable housing, friends, community, family, healthcare and mental health services. And I'm here in this shitty town alone, with no friends (having pushed them all away over the course of my relationship with him), a job that I'm unfulfilled by and barely hanging onto (thanks ADA accommodations), financial insecurity, and just a deep wound of loneliness in his absence.
I have to rebuild my entire life from the ground up, from this scorched earth devastation, and I just don't have the strength to do it. Hoping to find some N in the next few months so I can say my goodbyes and find peace.
Thanks for listening,
Sass
I'm new to this forum and wanted to introduce myself and give a little bit of my background. I'm also trying to process and make sense of everything that has brought me to this point and why I'm so certain that CTB is the only way that I can make the pain stop.
When I was 19 I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder type 1 with psychotic features and it's been an intense battle to manage my symptoms ever since. I've tried every medication under the sun, I even got sober seven years ago (which helped) and still I have debilitating episodes that make it difficult to hold down jobs, to hold onto relationships, to navigate social situations or even support myself financially. It's very hard to imagine that I'll ever be able to live a full and meaningful life this way. I'm 31 years old now and most of my friends are getting married and starting families. I've always wanted to be a mom, but I'm scared that my episodes would scar my children for life. It just seems like there's no future in which I can have the things that I want, manage my mental health, and be fulfilled in any way.
In the last few years, I've suffered some really serious blows in my personal life. In 2019, a 4 year relationship ended because my childhood trauma prevents me from having a healthy understanding of being able to set, understand, or process other people's boundaries and my own. I also struggle to self-soothe my own emotions and lean too heavily on my partners and friends and family for emotional support. This leads to me damaging relationships, and I pushed this very special man away from me as a result of the inability to address these issues. This breakup was incredibly emotionally devastating, but surprisingly I was not suicidal at all during the aftermath.
10 months after my long-term partner broke up with me, I decided to try having casual sex again in an attempt to start to move on. I had just graduated from college (after a 10 year battle to finish my degree) and I was in a really good place) and then I met "him". At first it was just supposed to be a casual thing, and I was hypomanic and hypersexual so I was just focused on sex and ignored a lot of red flags, but he fell for me super hard very quickly, which was really overwhelming. The problem is that he is one of the most sweet, funny, charming, kind, generous, smart, giving, loving, caring, affectionate, romantic, sentimental, thoughtful, and handsome people I've ever met and I couldn't help falling for him in return. We had a complicated summer romance that was at times wildly passionate and at times very painful, as I was still actively grieving the loss of my long-term relationship and moving on so quickly felt really confusing.
Simultaneously, he got into a car accident in the first three weeks that we were dating and his car got totaled and as a result of a predatory lender and a variety of other fucked up predatory actors in the automotive and insurance process, he was without a car for almost a full year. This placed him in a position of severe financial insecurity for a very long time, and being incredibly codependent as a result of childhood trauma and past domestic violence history, I immediately went into "rescuer"/fix it mode. I drove him everywhere, let him use my car when he needed it, even added him to my car insurance policy. I bought him groceries when he was going hungry. I always made sure that his needs were taken care of physically and emotionally and put his needs before my own, because he was in such a state of distress.
I have to own my part in this, which is that as a codependent, it's natural for me to put other people's needs before my own. It's a lot easier for me to take care of others than it is to take care of myself. It's easier to distract myself with other people's problems than to do the hard work of looking at my own problems and feeling my feelings and working on myself. Everything that I gave to him, I gave freely and willingly. Still, I received very little in return. There were times that he could show me incredible kindness and generosity and love and support. But when push came to shove, his needs and wants and desires always came first and I was made to feel like I was selfish and self-centered for asking for the bare minimum.
Over the course of the two years that we were together we broke up 6 times and there were moments that he treated me very badly. He could be incredibly mean and spiteful and petty. He even put the kitten he got me up for adoption after we broke up one time instead of giving her back to me. I always forgave him and I always took him back. I was no angel either, during a manic episode in 2021, the behavior I had when I was sick hurt him very deeply. But he doesn't want to show me the same compassion and forgiveness that I showed him for all these years. He kept me a secret from his family for the last year and a half and that hurt me very deeply. It filled me with shame, anger, grief and pain. He just took, and took, and took from me and gave very little back in return. I burned my life to the ground trying to save him from a situation in which he was so close to dying from lack of resources. I gave him every single bit of time, energy, emotion, and material resource that I possessed.
Recently he came into some money and finally has access to the financial stability and mental and psychiatric care that he's needed for a long time. He suffered a traumatic experience about a month ago and had to move to another city on very short notice. I was completely devastated, but willing to make a long distance relationship work and willing to move to that area because I also have family in that area. I was hopeful that things were finally turning a corner, that we would finally have a chance to heal.
Last week I drove up there to spend a week with him for my birthday, but I could feel that something was off. I've been feeling it for weeks, which is why I joined this forum. He broke up with me on my fucking birthday, you guys. We finished out the trip as friends and he would like to stay friends. But now he's in a new city with everything he's ever wanted: stable income, stable housing, friends, community, family, healthcare and mental health services. And I'm here in this shitty town alone, with no friends (having pushed them all away over the course of my relationship with him), a job that I'm unfulfilled by and barely hanging onto (thanks ADA accommodations), financial insecurity, and just a deep wound of loneliness in his absence.
I have to rebuild my entire life from the ground up, from this scorched earth devastation, and I just don't have the strength to do it. Hoping to find some N in the next few months so I can say my goodbyes and find peace.
Thanks for listening,
Sass