This thread stuck out to me because we have a lot of similarities. I too am a male in his 30s. Suffered a lot of rejection from women despite it being something I desperately want, likely also prone to limerence. Take a long time to get over rejection, and I take rejection hard. Way below average relationship experience for people our age. I have had similar self-hating and suicidal thoughts. Even have some hydroxyzine myself. And not least of all, I too was recently rejected by a coworker that I fell head-over-heels for and am trying desperately to emotionally survive the situation until I can gtfo.
Maybe this opinion is just bias because of how much I sympathize, but I feel like some of the responses here have erred on being too antagonistic with you. It's obvious you spend a great deal of your focus on self-recrimination, so as such, even if we hypothetically took for example a worst-case assumption that you're a total racist, this confrontational strategy would only cause you to double down in whatever that tendency is.
As it stands, I don't see any notable prejudice or discrimination in your words beyond what any average human has. You simply have a preference, and there's nothing morally wrong with that. I do think men are villainized more for having preferences, but honestly I don't think there's anything malicious in that. I think biologically, humans are driven to think what's correct is that females are selective and males are non-selective, as our survival for most of human history favored that.
But I'm getting distracted from the main thing I wanted to talk to you about, which is your hatred of yourself. I'm not going to directly attack it and tell you you shouldn't hate yourself, that you shouldn't say these things. I know at least a part of you knows you shouldn't. I know you've tried not saying these things. I know if I told you to stop talking about yourself like that, it will only make you do it harder. I know this because I'm the same way. If I tell someone I'm a loser and they tell me no, it's actually started to upset me a lot.
How can they lie to me like that? Clearly I'm a loser. I could almost win a debate with God Himself on the topic: I'm a stronger subject matter expert in what a piece of shit I am than anybody is a SME on anything. I have an impressively full bingo chart of ways I'm not good enough. Just the other day I was saying to a counselor a similar thing to what you've said in this thread: If you balanced all of the negative I've brought into this world against the positive, I have taken/hurt way more than I've given/helped. The counselor made a formidable reply regarding how that's not really something that could be measured. While I agree it's very subjective, you and I both know we can make damn good cases for why it's a substantial claim, even if not mathematically provable.
And in case you haven't already seen how similar our perspectives are on this, I'll tell you what my brain's favorite piece of evidence for what a loser I am is, because it's probably the same as yours right now. If we were wrong in our negative self-assessments, then these girls would have liked us back. Am I wrong in saying that's the one that really twists your heart when you think about it? It's a cold, tangible, external fact that they didn't choose us, and it's now marinating in the broth of many years of similar rejections, all of those equally real. No matter how much we love our family and friends, their biased positive reassurances to us are towered over by how large the hurt of these rejections are in our brains.
Whether what we had for these women were love, limerence, infatuation--no matter what meaning anyone wants to argue about the feelings we had for them, at the end of the day, we held (and for many of them, still hold) an extremely high regard for their opinions. The coworker I fell for is extremely admirable. She isn't perfect, but because of her extraordinary character and enthralling personality, the judgement from her came down hard on me. I wasn't good enough for her. But worse than the potency of that effect, I already agreed with her rejection long before I even met her. I have to wonder if ironically my belief that I'm not good enough is what sabotaged me, and maybe if I just believed in myself, I'd be with her right now.
Frankly, I don't know what to do with this either. Maybe it's different for you, but for me, I don't have her on a pedestal. If I wanted to use toxicity to cope over this, I could make a list of her flaws and burn them into my brain. I genuinely love and respect her, and that respect is built on the positive character traits I see in her. So when someone that trustworthy, disciplined, and virtuous wants nothing to do with me, I don't know how to not internalize that I'm implicitly untrustworthy, undisciplined, and without virtue.
I don't know what to do with this pain. Maybe the folks on here are right and really all we can do is distract ourselves with media and give it time. I just see a lot of (probably pop) psychology resources on the internet talking about processing emotions and how stuff like that won't help make it any better. I just don't know what else to try, man. I've tried the therapy. I've tried the medication. I've tried the exercise. I've tried the meditation. I've tried going on trips. I've tried eating and sleeping better. I've tried journaling. I've tried talking to friends and family. I'm religious, and even my faith has brought me no resolution despite constant prayer begging for delivery.
It's no wonder you and I have been driven to SI. It seems to us like it's our only escape from this pain. I want for it not to be, but as you know, hope is really hard to just dig out of the ground. People on here have talked some about picking yourself up, and there's a lot of merit in that. But some of us are just in an extraordinarily unlucky game of Chutes and Ladders and every time we've gotten close to a win, we hit that stupid long slide that takes us back to the beginning. And with rejection, that's a debuff to our confidence. It's hard not to carry that forward. I can tell you, like me, have carried a lot of that baggage forward. Just last night, my brain decided to review so many of the rejections and failures I've had in life. I don't really think this pain has made me stronger, but weaker. Especially for men, lowered confidence is a damning handicap in dating. Truly a snowball problem.
I sometimes question the usefulness of "pick yourself up" and "you have to be okay with being alone before being with someone else." I often wonder if it would have worked with just one of these women, I could finally have some tangible freaking proof that it's possible to love me. Because as of now, I only have proof that I'm lovable by familial instinct, friendship, or by God. But the deepest desire of my genes, what my brain has evolved to scream at me to obtain through many years of evolution, is to obtain the romantic love of a woman. Failure to do so can arguably amount to a cosmic judgement that my DNA is not worth passing on. That the awful, painful feeling I have inside that it would be better if I never existed is supported by my very composition.
So we have our genes screaming this at us on one side, and then we have a highly individualistic modern society screaming at us on the other that we need to bootstrap harder to be at peace with the unbearable isolation that our bad luck and choices have subjected us to. This is why I don't go all in on these platitudes. There has to be a happy medium. It's okay to want someone who is extremely important to you and have that be reciprocated. So many of the very people who tell us that shit have one themselves. So many of them would become blubbering babies if they lost their loved ones or faced the rejection we have.
So this is why we have the self hatred. We don't know what to do with this pain. I don't know what to do about the pain, but in regards to the self hatred, I wanted to discuss the concept of splitting. It's discussed in the context of borderline personality disorder, but I believe splitting is something that at least most people do to various degrees. Sorry if I'm explaining something you already know here, but splitting is when someone engages with a black-and-white fallacy of seeing something as completely bad or completely good, when in reality, most things are a mixture of bad and good. Sorry if I'm overstepping here, but it seems to me like you're splitting on yourself and perceiving yourself to be all bad. I know I'm doing so to myself. I have seen you describe yourself as pretty thoroughly bad in no uncertain terms, and unless I've missed it, I haven't seen you say anything genuinely positive about yourself.
Supposedly splitting is a defense mechanism. Apparently it's something we automatically do to help avoid feeling the full range of painful emotions that would come with engaging with the nuanced reality of the situation. For example, in the past when I was rejected by a girl, I would split on her negatively and think of her as all awful. My subconscious was attempting to create the opposite of the scenario I'm having now: If this girl is complete scum, then not only does her judgement of me mean less, but I'm not missing out on anything in the rejection. This allowed me to escape having to deal with the painful reality of the fact that I got rejected by a girl I would have really enjoyed being with, and she probably had some very real reasons for not being attracted to me.
I wonder if you used to do this too. I didn't just do it to girls who rejected me. I would do it to friends, acquaintances, teachers, family members. Eventually I learned how toxic it is to do to individuals. I think I learned how to transfer that pain and splitting tendency into 3 channels that I still split on to this day: the world as a whole, humanity as a whole, and myself. And more and more as I've seen how antisocial splitting on the world and humanity is, my splitting has become more and more focused on myself as the years pass. If I'm feeling so awful, something must be wrong, and something has to be blamed. It is like all of that pain and blame is eventually being absorbed into one target. The worst part of this is, it's reinforced by a lot of facts. No one is more responsible for my life than I am. Objectively, if we had to chose a single person to blame for my woes, I am the most appropriate.
How to stop splitting? I don't really know. I'm leaving the realm of what's written out there and stepping more into my own experience and theories, but I'm starting to think that splitting is entirely an emotional phenomenon. Take my feelings regarding my coworker for example. Discussion of splitting frequently focuses on negative splitting, but positive splitting can also have consequences. Despite intellectually perceiving and understanding plenty of flaws in this girl, as well as rationally believing that her judgement is far from perfect, the emotional side of my brain has implacably gilded her--I am completely incapable of feeling a negative emotion about her as a person or feeling averse to even the worst of her opinions.
So on the one hand, I have split on her positively and feel the intense pain of her absence from my life and what her rejection says about me. On the other hand, I have long ago split on myself, which comes with intense mental anguish and an encyclopedia of supporting negative data about myself. These two phenomenon support each other and feed into each other, acting as tentpoles to support my current inescapable self-hatred. Maybe some of this is the same for you. I know for me, healing won't be possible until I don't hate myself anymore.
My current gambit is to let time erode her place in my brain. Hopefully when the tentpole of my positive split on her falls on its own, the negative split on myself will be easier to handle. This has succeeded in the past, but it's looking like that's not going to happen as long as I still work with her. So I really need to prioritize getting a new job.
Sorry for how extremely long all of that got. I just really identified with your post. Hopefully I wrote something there that is useful to you, and selfishly I hope that writing it helped me as well.