SuicidalSuperhero
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- Dec 5, 2025
- 17
My life has kind of been a running example of Murphy's Law. Drug addict parents with generational trauma. ADHD and autism. Domestic violence. Suffered the trifecta of childhood abuse in a two year period that I lived with my psychopath of a biological father: Physical, mental, and sexual. That left me with CPTSD, BPD, generalized anxiety disorder, Bipolar Depression type 2, schizo-affective disorder, and rejection sensitive dysphoria. I also have a very rare condition that most people are lucky to never have to deal with: lovesickness. Most people who do experience it, get over it in six months to two years. I have had it for the last twenty three years. My lovesickness has the capability it seems to tap into all of my other mental health issues. Hallucinations, dissociation, intrusive thoughts, flashbacks, nightmares, dreams so pleasant that the waking world itself is the nightmare, anxiety attacks, a soul shattering loneliness, a bottomless well of guilt, the intense psychological agony for which BPD is known and is the reason why BPD has a dramatically higher rate of suicide than the nearest mental health issues, insomnia, a lack of appetite, food doesn't taste as good, sexual stimulation no longer feels pleasurable (sometimes it hurts to get aroused or it hurts to achieve release). It's like being trapped in a living Hell. The Devil himself could not devise a more perfect method to torture me with. Love is the only thing that has ever meant anything to me, and she was the only person who has ever calmed my nervous system. My hyper vigilance and my walls disappeared around her. So of course, I messed it up, and of course she was the only woman I have ever truly loved. For the last twenty three years, it has felt like I have been slowly bleeding out from a gaping festering wound in my chest that never closes. A slowly rotting corpse that hasn't realized that it is dead yet.