8 yet again.
PMDD aside, today feels different than the past year or so.
Usually I WANT to die, I'd like to, and I look forward to the day.
Today it feels like I HAVE to, even though I don't want to leave without one last shot at internal peace. I feel like I'm living under duress and death is my only way to freedom.
What would make me feel free, in the short-term at least, would be getting away from my abusers. Then I could probably suffer another couple of decades and deteriorate in peace. But because they are family, and they've never physically abused me, the guilt of cutting contact would eat me alive, and I'd probably get baker acted in the process.
Choosing death is the only conclusion in which I and the people I love do not suffer more, mentally and emotionally. I wish I could just lobotomize myself so my mom could use me as her doll/pet (which is always her end game) and I wouldn't be aware of any of it to care. My fiancé would be freed of the bullshit that both her and I bring into his life. It would be a win-win for everyone.
I cry almost every day, but today was the first time I cried of grief over myself. I think it was like a breakthrough, in a way, because last night was the first time I cried in grief over my grandpa (passed over a decade ago) while speaking out to him in the shower. I've never felt grief before.