FloraKilter
Member
- Oct 24, 2019
- 13
Teenage me achieved my first "deep" self harm wound 20 years ago today. I freaked myself out about it at the time. I really needed stitches and didn't get them. It was like I passed a threshold. Since then I've done similar damage intermittently over the last 20 years. I do not know why I am like this. Why I can't handle life without resorting to this sick coping mechanism. I had hope back then that I would "get better", prove to everyone that I wasn't a weird r*tard and have a normal, worthwhile life.
Well I didn't. I did everything I was suppose to do: college, stayed employed, attempted relationships. I failed my first career due to my mental health and coming very close to CTB back 10 years ago. Relationships don't really work. Normal men do not want relationships with very mentally ill women covered in scars (but they'll use you for sex!) alcoholics seem to like me because they can mooch off me and they can feel better about themselves because they arent as bad as me. Attempts at friendships follow a similar trajectory. I was diagnosed with autism in my 30s, which makes a lot of sense. But there's no fixing it. I'm never going to "turn it around."
I have come close to CTB at various points in my life but didn't and made it to nearly 40, very much just a ball a scar tissue. I feel like I gave it a good try. But I could've sparred myself a lot of suffering if I managed to end it when I was 29, even better if I could've done it at 19. Nothing has been worth it since.
Well I didn't. I did everything I was suppose to do: college, stayed employed, attempted relationships. I failed my first career due to my mental health and coming very close to CTB back 10 years ago. Relationships don't really work. Normal men do not want relationships with very mentally ill women covered in scars (but they'll use you for sex!) alcoholics seem to like me because they can mooch off me and they can feel better about themselves because they arent as bad as me. Attempts at friendships follow a similar trajectory. I was diagnosed with autism in my 30s, which makes a lot of sense. But there's no fixing it. I'm never going to "turn it around."
I have come close to CTB at various points in my life but didn't and made it to nearly 40, very much just a ball a scar tissue. I feel like I gave it a good try. But I could've sparred myself a lot of suffering if I managed to end it when I was 29, even better if I could've done it at 19. Nothing has been worth it since.