viljalauss
he/they 22
- Aug 22, 2023
- 178
(impulsively)
note it is very very rare that i will cut in a way / in a place that has real potential to endanger me. i cut to cope (sometimes because of dysphoria or generally feeling terrible but usually because of interpersonal conflict / harsh/difficult interpersonal interactions) but when i do i almost always know and am in control of what i am doing. i cut on my stomach last night as well and that was acting on an urge but it was still a comparably conscious decision .. when it came to my wrist it was like something else had come over me and i had to work hard to stop myself. to be fair it might not have even gone that deep if i had let myself go but the impulse was still there and scary.
also the reason i was so distraught unsettles me so much. like.. my bf was breaking down in my arms and apparently that was too much for my puny little psyche to handle. i had to leave in the middle of holding and trying to comfort him to then break down myself because of how powerless i am to help. and like most of the reason i decided to stop thinking about pursuing ctb, apart from just being able to keep seeing him, was so i could be there for him. and i'm doing terribly at that. he's hurting so much and however much love i give him and make sure to express, while it may be 'enough', it doesn't stop him hurting in the ways he does. i am experiencing the horror of what it means to realise that great love is not enough to shield someone against (long-term) effects of suffering.
and i know he takes the burden of my own pain as well, when i leave him he tells me he'll be there waiting, tells me to stay for him.. it should be me providing that steadfast support but i can't even be of help in a single moment so what is the point. i am in the same place i was when i still seriously and constantly considered ctb. i am aimless, i am powerless, i am once again hearing the warnings that i should be dead and what awaits will only be worse things and worse versions of me. all the progress i think i've made gets undone before i can use it to help anyone else. i think i really am done for ):
note it is very very rare that i will cut in a way / in a place that has real potential to endanger me. i cut to cope (sometimes because of dysphoria or generally feeling terrible but usually because of interpersonal conflict / harsh/difficult interpersonal interactions) but when i do i almost always know and am in control of what i am doing. i cut on my stomach last night as well and that was acting on an urge but it was still a comparably conscious decision .. when it came to my wrist it was like something else had come over me and i had to work hard to stop myself. to be fair it might not have even gone that deep if i had let myself go but the impulse was still there and scary.
also the reason i was so distraught unsettles me so much. like.. my bf was breaking down in my arms and apparently that was too much for my puny little psyche to handle. i had to leave in the middle of holding and trying to comfort him to then break down myself because of how powerless i am to help. and like most of the reason i decided to stop thinking about pursuing ctb, apart from just being able to keep seeing him, was so i could be there for him. and i'm doing terribly at that. he's hurting so much and however much love i give him and make sure to express, while it may be 'enough', it doesn't stop him hurting in the ways he does. i am experiencing the horror of what it means to realise that great love is not enough to shield someone against (long-term) effects of suffering.
and i know he takes the burden of my own pain as well, when i leave him he tells me he'll be there waiting, tells me to stay for him.. it should be me providing that steadfast support but i can't even be of help in a single moment so what is the point. i am in the same place i was when i still seriously and constantly considered ctb. i am aimless, i am powerless, i am once again hearing the warnings that i should be dead and what awaits will only be worse things and worse versions of me. all the progress i think i've made gets undone before i can use it to help anyone else. i think i really am done for ):