In less than a month, I will bring a final end to my torturous existence. I have this nagging feeling that I am about to do something "wrong" & its annoying. I believe its the residue of decades of religious indoctrination. But no matter, I have my justification. And for me, the abused orphan whose start in life was deviod of any semblance of love, structure or consistency- never had a chance. Even my psychologist agrees that my assessment that my life was over before it even started.
I'm ready yall. My bus is on the way. I plan to give all details of my method & its possible I have someone who can document my passing and leave that milestone here as there is alot of confusion about the method, so Ill be glad to leave something of use to the community behind.
For those who don't know my story, I met "the one" and this man became the straw that broke me. I met him in summer 2018. He is know as the "Boy from last Summer" I discovered that at age 40. My epic mental & emotional breakdown was a combination of NVS (Narcissistic Victim Syndrome) & I found out I had BPD. This is the first time I am posting about the diagnosis publicly & am only doing so because I will be taking my own life. Im devastated to discover that 40 years of failure, despair, eating disorder, shattered self image, emptiness, lonliness, craving, longing, feeling left out & unwanted, a constant painful awareness of inferiority, no family, no social life or circle, inability to experince life normally...
My disease was hidden in plain sight all my life never had proper intervention even tho I was in a youth mental health program. 25 institutions as a teen in foster care (age 11-18)a female treated like garbadge thrown out into the big nasty world all alone & a was shamed all my life for wanting love. From a perfect boy...
I was so messed up everything I touched fucked up...fired from jobs, never became financially independent, dropped out of college TWICE, used & thrown away by men, eating & obesity... isolation.
I wish I had not stayed here this long to look back at 40 years of broken dreams. NOT ONE SINGLE THING that I ever hoped for, wanted or desired ever came true. I was too fucked up to make anything substantial happen. I can't live under the weight of this kind of all encompassing FAILURE.
And so in a culture that tells me to sink or swim. In a few weeks I will sink on my own terms.
If anyone needs anything hit me up.
I love u SS family. You have no idea how much Im going to need you guys over these next few weeks.