saucerfulofsecrets
i wasn't always this introverted
- Jul 24, 2023
- 5
Hello. I'm not very sure how to start this.
For context, I was diagnosed with BPD earlier this year. I've essentially got one foot in the grave, and when I'm asked how goes it, it's "Ohh, I'm good!" There is not a second where I have peace of mind. Every thought in my head is mental agony. Every emotion I feel reverberates through my body two-fold and completely ruins me. My emotions change every ten or so minutes, I'm being kicked while already dead. There is a neurological pain that is inside my head always. Two bites of food fills up my stomach, I am losing weight when I shouldn't be.
Just over a day ago, I experienced something new and really frightening. I've never heard such a persuasive and compelling tone in my life. I heard an internal voice that wasn't mine, and I knew it wasn't mine. It told me to kill myself.
This morning, my Mom came to me, tears in her eyes, "Why don't you like me?" She wants to talk about it and me when she gets home later. I snapped at her, then proceeded to have a full frontal mental breakdown when I'd had the house to myself. It still resolves and resumes every five minutes, as this was a little over an hour ago. I'm dreading the idea of telling my parents I want to gravely hurt myself (again). As I type this, I look back at the beginning of this thread and it seems as if to me a different person wrote it.
I do not know what I look like. I do not know who I am. I think I need help.
For context, I was diagnosed with BPD earlier this year. I've essentially got one foot in the grave, and when I'm asked how goes it, it's "Ohh, I'm good!" There is not a second where I have peace of mind. Every thought in my head is mental agony. Every emotion I feel reverberates through my body two-fold and completely ruins me. My emotions change every ten or so minutes, I'm being kicked while already dead. There is a neurological pain that is inside my head always. Two bites of food fills up my stomach, I am losing weight when I shouldn't be.
Just over a day ago, I experienced something new and really frightening. I've never heard such a persuasive and compelling tone in my life. I heard an internal voice that wasn't mine, and I knew it wasn't mine. It told me to kill myself.
This morning, my Mom came to me, tears in her eyes, "Why don't you like me?" She wants to talk about it and me when she gets home later. I snapped at her, then proceeded to have a full frontal mental breakdown when I'd had the house to myself. It still resolves and resumes every five minutes, as this was a little over an hour ago. I'm dreading the idea of telling my parents I want to gravely hurt myself (again). As I type this, I look back at the beginning of this thread and it seems as if to me a different person wrote it.
I do not know what I look like. I do not know who I am. I think I need help.