ASPD which led to MDD. When I was a kid, I lived a happy and carefree life. I'd laugh, I'd cry, I'd seek personal connections with others. But around my final years of highschool, everything changed. I was filled with this sense of apathy and anhedonia that made doing regular things extremely difficult. I started isolating myself from my friends and family and essentially lived a closed-off life where I only interacted with people when I had to.
I never had social anxiety, and I'm still pretty good at socializing or fulfilling leadership roles, but I do so out of obligation and never find any joy in it. My ASPD prevents me from essentially understanding people on a fundamental level and while I can put on a mask and seem perfectly normal from the outside, I'm never really able to build sincere relationships. When people care about me, it makes me feel guilty because I feel like I'm not capable of reciprocating those feelings to the same extent. Luckily my ASPD doesn't cause me to have criminal impulses, so that's the only thing that's kept me alive this long. I could never live with myself if I directly committed a crime and harmed another person.
The MDD was a result of essentially living a very isolated life and cutting out people who supported me in the past. This was the final straw because this only made my suicidal ideation far worse. I realized that while I could pass off as a regular person if someone looked at me, things would never really get better for me. Sure, I could do everything society expects from me, but I'll never really find any joy in living. The only thing that's tethering me to this world now, is the fear of hurting those who still continue to care about me despite my best efforts to push them away. But it's exhausting. Living's really exhausting. If I could turn back time and become that happy-go-lucky kid I once was, that'd be fantastic. But that's just a fantasy, and my life will not really get any better from here on out.