anopenwound

anopenwound

I̸'̷m̵ ̸g̶o̷i̶n̵g̷ ̶h̵o̶m̶e̶.̵
Jul 27, 2024
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Some people on SaSu incentivized me to write some updates every now and again to let them know how it's going. I think it's a good idea - it keeps me in check, knowing that I can return on the forum to report. So here's today.


This morning I got heavily triggered. To be completely clear: the piece of news I got this morning would have completely pulverized me only a few months ago. It would have been enough to destroy me. To make me wanna come back here and post about wanting to end it. However, the thing that triggered me per se is absolutely nothing serious. It's a non issue. I'm not in danger, nothing bad is gonna happen to me at all, let alone end the world. It's fine. It's clear however that my body and mind disagree, 'cause as soon as I took the hit my nervous system went into complete shock. I'm still reeling from it. I'm grounded, even though I'm anxious, but I got a terrible headache.

The way I handle these things is I just unambiguously accept that this has hurt me, so much. I used to feel so embarrassed by all this. I still do - but I don't fight it out of embarrassment anymore. I don't go into denial, telling myself this is unfair and it just can't be. I tell myself that what I'm going through sure is horrible and everything, but it still is. This sort of stuff is the definition of something I can't do anything about. The only thing I can change is my actions (as we're all surely completely exhausted to hear, but it is true).

I dived into the pain head first. I immediately went to the toilet of my office and sat down. I confess, I franticly returned to old obsessive habits for a second. Looking for clues that, yet again, would have hurt me to no end once upon a time. They didn't this time. I'm glad. But I still felt a lot of pain, too much pain for a situation like this.
I turned off the lights. I laid down. I was so cold, I used my heavy coat as a blanket and its hoodie as a pillow. I put on ambient music. I tried to sleep. I maybe closed my eyes and floated in my subconscious for a couple of minutes. For the rest of that hour, I was just busy feeling all I needed to feel. The sensation that all is lost, that I'm lost, that I'm a horrible person, that I can't do anything right, that I'm not enough. The longing I still have that I keep on looking at as if it's an illness. I feel like all parts of myself are represented by these familiars - these creatures straight out of a fantasy book trying to pick me up and keep me safe while I'm trying to escape, scheming my exit plan, looking for ways to start it all over. They stop me from hurting myself further. They tell me imagining all the way things can go wrong won't help me. They ask me why I'm trying so hard to make myself suffer. Why I'm being so hard on myself.

I don't even cry this time. I realize that my chest is gonna feel so tight, no matter what I do, for the rest of the day. I go back to my desk, I get back to work on things that bring me comfort - there's no joy to be had on a day like this, unfortunately. It's the disease. It's BPD. It's just what it is.

I slowly come back to a state where I can at least pretend that nothing happened to me at all. My best friend calls me in for tea. We have a lovely time. She goes out and I stay home - I keep on working until now. My head is killing me. My body kept the score while I was busy trying not to give up. I think I prefer this to believing wholeheartedly that my existence is a detriment to everybody I ever cared for, but there's always a part of me that wonders - what if I should disappear? What if I died? Wouldn't it be better? But then again, my inner system, my tree of familiars whispers in my ears that I should keep going. That there's things I need to do.
Is it selfish to say my best friend would be too sad to see me go? Is it entitled to assume she'd miss me?
Cause I'd miss her. I don't want her to leave, and I won't leave her.
I wanna get to the point where I wanna stay 'cause I fully believe that I deserve it. Right now, my next step is trying to stay 'cause I want to do good by others. Not leaving my best friend is good. Doing something for those who need it the most is good. That's what I try to do everyday. It feels like atonement but I'm not sure I know what's the crime.
Sometimes I feel like the crime is just being here, as I am. Mentally ill, officially crazy, one of those people you should stay away from.
But I'm trying to do good. I'm still here.
There's people that need me and there's things I still need to do.

I comfort myself sometimes, telling myself I can always take that exit if my life will ever reach a real point of no return. But no, not yet - I survived so much. I don't wanna get there. I wanna live. I wanna do good. I wanna be good. I want to be.

I hope who I am is enough. I hope when I'll have to go I'll be forgiven. I hope there'll be justice for me, I hope there'll be justice for all. I'll fight for this until I'll no longer be here.
 
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bloomingsicklecell

bloomingsicklecell

my first mistake was being born
Nov 3, 2024
7
what you're going through genuinely sound like a nightmare, like hell on earth. but you seem like a very strong person. you're in so much pain, yet you still care about others, and you care about doing good things. that takes incredible strength. whatever you decide to do with your life is valid. if you feel like you should keep going, I support you and I have a lot of respect for you for this. whatever happens, I hope it gets easier and more bearable for you because you genuinely don't seem like somebody who deserves to go through such horrors. remember, everyone deserves happiness :heart:
 
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Redacted24

Might be Richard Cory... or not
Nov 20, 2023
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To me, you're doing all that you can do. Keep listening to the encouraging words, to the ones that are in the balcony operating the spotlight, shining onto your stage and putting the characters into clear view.

As you're then able to see what's trying to steal the show for what it is, you're more empowered. You have awareness and can get it's measure. You can put your shoulders back, hands on hips, and stare it down.

Just like you're doing.

Sure it's still a battle. Your soreness will attest to that! But the stage also has others that are in the show, and that care about you just as you care about them. They - we - are your supporting cast. But it's your show. You're the lead.

Be kind to yourself. Your castmates would appreciate that. And the audience in the cheap seats (this site) are cheering you on. :heart:
 
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anopenwound

anopenwound

I̸'̷m̵ ̸g̶o̷i̶n̵g̷ ̶h̵o̶m̶e̶.̵
Jul 27, 2024
108
Well well well, if it isn't yet another downfall the one I'm going to talk about.

So long story short, yesterday I had to go to an event that is DRENCHED in triggers. Needless to mention, I got triggered, which is something I expected. What I didn't expect, however, was to receive one of the most loaded phone calls of my life just PRIOR to said event, which transformed my state of being from moderately ready to a complete mess. I was already planning on drinking a bit to survive the day, but instead I ended up drinking A LOT. Which has been... difficult to witness for my friends to say the least.

Fast forward to this morning - my best friend tells me she got really upset with me last night for how I acted and for the position I've put my date in. I talked to my date separately and she seemed completely understanding and very gentle - she said she's seen these meltdowns before, having had a long relationship with someone who also had BPD. However, my best friend was still upset and felt like having gone through a lot that day isn't an excuse for my behavior. Which it isn't. She's one hundred percent right.

Of course the first feelings I got when reading these messages were this extreme wave of self loathing, but my best friend is my best friend for a reason; she mentioned, alongside her complaint, that she doesn't need an apology or an extreme display of that self loathing - she just needed me to hear this. And while I'm still carrying the enormous embarrassment of having done yet another one of my infamous mistakes, the BPD episode where I vomit both literal puke and figurative, emotional blabber about all the things that aren't ok in my life, I'm trying to hold space for the margin to improve my situation. I can't just keep on apologizing and then do the exact same thing the next time I'll have a difficult event to go to, can I?

In some ways, this feeling that I need to do better than this erased most of what originally triggered me last night. 'Cause it's intellectually undeniable that nothing that I went through was terrible, but this? Distressing my friends isn't exactly great, and it's something I've done. Not somebody else, me. I'm not the victim here.

I wanna try and stay positive, so for much that this is gonna sound like a pointless brag, I need to say I'm glad I managed to have a conversation with my best friend where I could just own to this and then carry on to talk about what's going on with her. I didn't fall into being defensive - especially 'cause there was nothing to be defensive about. She just talked sense into me. She wasn't attacking me at all, she was being gracious. Being honest with those you love, even when it's hard, especially when it's hard, it's the greatest kindness you can do to them. I love her for this, even if it is causing me some form of embarrassment and sorrow. The need for her to do this came from me, so what was there to say other than "you're right"?

Once upon a time something like last night would have sent me into the depths of hell, my friends would have been forced to mind me and possibly feel compelled to not be honest with me about things. I don't doubt my best friend has always been honest with me but I also don't doubt I kept on putting her in this awkward position for a long time. It isn't right. I told her the main reason why I feel mortified is that I wanna be a better friend for her. She told me I'm an exceptional friend for her, she just doesn't want to see me self destruct. Now that I have problems believing, not because I think she's lying, but because I don't think I'm exceptional.
Which can only mean that I gotta work on that.

I feel extreme gratitude for all the therapy I've gotten - the therapy that made me strong enough to have tough conversations with my loved ones, to be here writing in the recovery section of this forum rather than spiral down in the main one. I'm grateful for how wonderful people around me are, wonderful enough to hold me accountable with care rather than judgement. I could avoided getting this fucked up in so many ways, especially 'cause my triggers don't hurt me as much as they used to, but I didn't; I'm writing here today 'cause I need to write down in clear letters that this has to be the last time I'll cope with something so manageable in such a destructive way. It's for the people I love. It's cause I don't wanna just be an exceptional friend to my best friend in the sense that I'll stop messing things up - I wanna be there for her as much as she is for me. I can't do it if I keep on staring at my wounds.
Then maybe, at some point, I'll also be able to do things for me. To be better for me. To be kinder to myself. I think I'm getting there, but I want the reason for this to be that I'm actually proud of myself.
I gotta be honest - I'd love to hear one day from my best friend that she's proud of the fact that I'm trying, of how far I'm coming. I'm gonna make them all glad I'm in their lives. I want them to be proud of me. And I wanna be proud of myself.

I'll go get something to eat now. There's no goodness left in my body and the reason I'm feeling a little blue is probably that, on top of everything else. I know, it's boring to hear... but sleeping and eating actually does something for you, doesn't it?

Thanks for getting through this post, I appreciate all of you here so much.
 
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