All of the problems my body and body dysmorphia have caused me and are still causing me over the last 30ish years is definitely one of my main reasons. Besides just the absurdity and pointlessness of my life, disregarding anything about my actual life, it is probably the major concrete reason, if that makes sense. Like besides mental illnesses. Though I suppose body dysmorphia is a mental illness. Ok so my depression is the worst, but BD is second, then. Every time I think I have gotten a handle on it, well, you can see, I end up spiraling further than I thought. It's complicated. I don't really know how to express it. Obviously.  Oh another note, I am so fucking glad that there is an undo button because I have accidentally deleted large parts of this post twice. ffs