When did I know it was over for me... was it at nine years old when I comforted myself by saying "if things get any worse, I can just kill myself." I never made plans for the future or had a dream career because I didn't expect or want to live past 18. Or was it at 17 when I became suicidal over my anxiety, depression and crushing loneliness. I think it could also be in university when I realized that I kept dating guys who are exactly like my abusive father who caused me so much emotional trauma, and that I am doomed to a life of just repeating my childhood trauma over and over again. Of course, maybe if I could afford to go to a very good therapist for a long long time, MAYBE I could get better and break out of that cycle, but maybe not- maybe I would just waste money and time and become more depressed from bringing up all my trauma again and having it dissected, analyzed, scrutinized and misunderstood by a therapist who has never been through what I have and has no empathy for my situation, and maybe that therapist could do more damage than good with unhelpful advice. I did go to counsellors and one had the nerve to say "you're pretty, just get a boyfriend and some friends and you'll be fine." I told him how I felt about a certain situation and he said "no, thats not how you feel" and completely invalidated what I said.
Yes, I think it's the realization that I am trapped in reliving my childhood trauma over and over again, attracting guys who are like my father. The alternative besides therapy which is unreliable, is to stay single forever, which is incredibly lonely and depressing, and people would keep asking me why aren't you dating anyone, why aren't you married yet, why don't you have kids yet, you're a failure because you're unmarried, which would be so painful. Duh it because I don't want to keep putting myself through the Hell I went through as a kid and I don't know how to have a normal healthy relationship and I'm probably not even capable of love because of my shitty parents. I am a rather toxic person in relationships and not capable of having a healthy relationship even if I did meet a "good" guy. The other option is simply hooking up/ shallow meaningless relationships forever but I have learned that that is not an option for me either. So I hate that my options are all horrible. I might also be bisexual but since I have a terrible relationship with my mother too, I dont think I'd have much luck if I decided to try dating women either. It is painful trying to date and connect with someone and then realizing that my partner is just a copy of the person who traumatized me and also seeing all of my toxic behaviours coming to the surface, showing me just how ugly I am inside. Trying to connect and find a home in another human being and ending up right back in my childhood home, a small child cowering in fear, never able to escape from that prison.