
fillthevoid
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- Nov 15, 2021
- 87
I have wanted to CBT for several years but kept clinging, thinking things could improve. They haven't, and I really would like to CBT now because there doesn't seem any point in continuing to suffer for another 10 years only to come to the same conclusion, which is by far the most likely outcome..
However. For many years I've had this thing about my body, this sort of compassion for it, for everything it's done for me over the years despite the abuse I threw at it when I was younger, for how it tries it best to keep going and how much it wants to live. As soon as I knew I wanted children, well since then I always tried to eat well, kept my body in good condition so that I could be in the best shape possible for that time to be able to give my children the very best start in life (just incase the time ever came - which I see now that it won't).
The thought of damaging my body, of hurting it somehow, it feels wrong and it feels like a betrayal?
I really want to die, but I feel so bad for my body that I have tried so hard to care for and trained myself to have compassion for. And there obviously isn't a nice way to CBT that isn't putting your body through distress, or overwhelming it, or simply restricting it's function so that it panics and eventually fails.
I don't know. I really want to die. Like I wish I could just kill my brain and give my body to somebody else to look after who will appreciate it. If that makes sense? I just feel bad for it and like it deserves better after all that it's done for me over the years.
Anyone know what I mean? Or is this just me?
However. For many years I've had this thing about my body, this sort of compassion for it, for everything it's done for me over the years despite the abuse I threw at it when I was younger, for how it tries it best to keep going and how much it wants to live. As soon as I knew I wanted children, well since then I always tried to eat well, kept my body in good condition so that I could be in the best shape possible for that time to be able to give my children the very best start in life (just incase the time ever came - which I see now that it won't).
The thought of damaging my body, of hurting it somehow, it feels wrong and it feels like a betrayal?
I really want to die, but I feel so bad for my body that I have tried so hard to care for and trained myself to have compassion for. And there obviously isn't a nice way to CBT that isn't putting your body through distress, or overwhelming it, or simply restricting it's function so that it panics and eventually fails.
I don't know. I really want to die. Like I wish I could just kill my brain and give my body to somebody else to look after who will appreciate it. If that makes sense? I just feel bad for it and like it deserves better after all that it's done for me over the years.
Anyone know what I mean? Or is this just me?
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