borderdeath
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- Jan 10, 2019
- 5
Today is one of these days that I'd be willing to commit suicide. The fear disappears between thoughts of hopelessness. Today is one of these days that I am searching on the web looking for information about how my family will be devastated forever because of my lose, because of me. They will be nothing forever after my death. After caring me and loving me with all their will, support and love. I'd like to fight for them, to be the warrior I was one day. But I feel I can't. Not even two hours sweating doing sports are enough to calm down myself and be able to see some hope in the darkness. Three years of crisis are enough, I think. Three years mentally and physically broken, living with a BPD and in chronic pain. Only negative thoughts, pain in my body and helplessness. It scares me. When you lose the fear of death. Because at that point is when you are willing to destroy yourself and destroy the life of the people who loves you.