Hi everyone
it's been quite a long time since my last post. I couldn't bring myself to write anything, thinking about my feelings recently really put me through a lot of pain.
I was doing well for some time practicing mindfulness, learning to recognise distortions in my thoughts, understanding my past wounds; though, for some reason something prevented me from replying to your nice and heartwarming comments and suggestions.
I kept feeling that I wasn't deserving of all of this love, and though I know that it's not true, I needed some time to reflect on it.
I've been feeling suicidal for the longest time, even before this whole BPD thing, before meeting my boyfriend, it's been so many years fighting this urge to take my life that now I'm just completely drained.
I realised that under all this hard work I've been doing on myself and with myself, this thought/need is not gone at all.
I thought I was kinda handling it, but apparently I was just looking the other way pretending that it was gone. But it was there all along, lurking in the dark, waiting for moments like this when I would feel weaker and just jump on me and drag me back into this dreadful fog of death. And now I'm its prisoner again.
When I think about my future I don't see anything, it's just darkness; whenever I'm about to put some actual effort into something there's a loud voice in my head telling me that it's not worth it cause I'm going to die soon anyway.
I'm not sad actually, I know it's not sadness, everything feels just numb and grey and flat, nothing makes me genuinely happy, I don't remember how being excited feels like anymore. It takes so much energy to do the smallest thing, and all this energy gets inevitably stolen from me by my pwBPD.
I don't know why I'm even doing it, it's like I don't care about myself enough to get away from him. I know I could do it if I tried enough, but I just don't want to, cause I don't care, because I'm not so important to myself to actually get what i'm worthy of instead of this neverending cycle of abuse.
Reading all these books about trauma and BPD and abusive relationships finally taught me to be more honest with myself, and what I saw in my heart is that I've been in such pain for such a long time in my life that I don't want to make the smallest effort, and if I had to die tomorrow, or in one hour or in one minute, I honestly wouldn't bat an eye and probably just breath a sigh of relief.
That's a pretty gloomy thought, but I needed to share it with someone who wouldnt just invalidate my feelings and tell me to man up.
Something that makes me feel bad about myself is seeing that I'm starting to act a lot like my BPDbf, I cannot control my emotions anymore, I can't handle disagreement, I go into a wild rage for the smallest thing and then feel so deeply ashamed I don't want to talk to anyone for days, my thinking is starting to be so black-and-white that I sometimes feel like I'm watching someone else's thoughts, definitely not mine, I'm not like that. I get stuck into past events and keep ruminating until I feel nauseous and only some Rachmaninoff concertos or Glenn Gould can bring me back to reality, that I'm strong and talented, if only I cared about myself like I do about others. BPD fleas? C-PTSD? who knows
That's it for the moment, i feel better after sharing this
