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Mayfly
Dorkmaxxing
- Feb 17, 2023
- 55
How do you live with yourself (short-term) when you've done things you knew were wrong — things that weren't years ago, but recent? I stalk my ex boyfriend on alternate accounts. I lied to him. I manipulated things just to keep him around, and I kept doing it even when I knew how disgusting it was. I wasn't out of control or unaware; I did it on purpose. And still, I felt guilt after. I always feel guilty after.
I don't know how to make sense of myself. It's like I'm full of contradictions — I say I care about people, but I do things that ruin them. I say I want to be better, but I don't stop. I can see how wrong it is while I'm doing it, and I still do it anyway. I hate what I've done. I feel ashamed. But I also know I'll probably keep sabotaging everything I touch, even when I swear I won't.
It's not about wanting pity. I don't think I deserve forgiveness or understanding. This kind of shame's hollowed me out completely — like there's nothing solid left in me. I guess my question is: How do you get through the days? The days or months or however long of waiting to kill yourself? I see my end, but I don't have the tools I need to execute it yet; I still have a month or so to go. In the meantime, I've fallen into this gnarly rut… I know it's nothing I don't deserve, or something that isn't self-imposed, but it's pretty hard on my psyche nonetheless. I can't eat — the most I've been able to stomach these past few days is a couple sips of water — and sleep whenever possible. Lie in bed, stay at home. Ignore my friends. Is it possible to make it more tolerable?
I guess it's hard to talk about because it's not something that happened to me, but something I've done. Hard to live with. Thanks in advance.
I don't know how to make sense of myself. It's like I'm full of contradictions — I say I care about people, but I do things that ruin them. I say I want to be better, but I don't stop. I can see how wrong it is while I'm doing it, and I still do it anyway. I hate what I've done. I feel ashamed. But I also know I'll probably keep sabotaging everything I touch, even when I swear I won't.
It's not about wanting pity. I don't think I deserve forgiveness or understanding. This kind of shame's hollowed me out completely — like there's nothing solid left in me. I guess my question is: How do you get through the days? The days or months or however long of waiting to kill yourself? I see my end, but I don't have the tools I need to execute it yet; I still have a month or so to go. In the meantime, I've fallen into this gnarly rut… I know it's nothing I don't deserve, or something that isn't self-imposed, but it's pretty hard on my psyche nonetheless. I can't eat — the most I've been able to stomach these past few days is a couple sips of water — and sleep whenever possible. Lie in bed, stay at home. Ignore my friends. Is it possible to make it more tolerable?
I guess it's hard to talk about because it's not something that happened to me, but something I've done. Hard to live with. Thanks in advance.