JassieDusk
To exist is to stand within reach of suffering
- Oct 5, 2025
- 127
I had the most loving bf, the most caring, pure soul, childish, innocent. Well, we met when I was practicing Islam before I got tired of it and left after two years of converting. He is a born Muslim and told me many times he can't picture himself with a non believer. It's his fear of hell holding him back, as he said. Yet he didn't mention leaving me until last night.
I got high on various drugs not even knowing what I was taking. Videocalled him in that state and scared the shit out of him. It's not the first time I was doing this. He mentioned living in endless fear of getting a call like that from me again. Not to mention being very open about my suicidality. Yesterday he said he can't take it anymore. His sugar dropped from stress after my call. He said he can take anything if I convert to Islam. I told him I cannot force myself to believe in something I don't. That's it then, he said. I begged. Oh god how much I begged him not to leave. I was choking on my own vomit, not being able to see in front of me.
BPD attachment is no joke. I made a foul out of myself and out of him aswell. I am trying to tell myself it's not my fault, and it's not his either. I never felt such pain in my life, physical pain. Caused by just a few words of a boy I was with for 6 months. I cannot imagine making it through a day without calling him at the end. Everything will remind me of him. I feel as if my soul is being ripped apart. I just can't let go. Rationally thinking, I should. This doesn't work. It's the disorder speaking, not me. I am harming both of us. Why can't this pain just stop. I never realized until now how alone I actually am without him. I have no one
I got high on various drugs not even knowing what I was taking. Videocalled him in that state and scared the shit out of him. It's not the first time I was doing this. He mentioned living in endless fear of getting a call like that from me again. Not to mention being very open about my suicidality. Yesterday he said he can't take it anymore. His sugar dropped from stress after my call. He said he can take anything if I convert to Islam. I told him I cannot force myself to believe in something I don't. That's it then, he said. I begged. Oh god how much I begged him not to leave. I was choking on my own vomit, not being able to see in front of me.
BPD attachment is no joke. I made a foul out of myself and out of him aswell. I am trying to tell myself it's not my fault, and it's not his either. I never felt such pain in my life, physical pain. Caused by just a few words of a boy I was with for 6 months. I cannot imagine making it through a day without calling him at the end. Everything will remind me of him. I feel as if my soul is being ripped apart. I just can't let go. Rationally thinking, I should. This doesn't work. It's the disorder speaking, not me. I am harming both of us. Why can't this pain just stop. I never realized until now how alone I actually am without him. I have no one