S
Scarface
Hi everyone.
I was involved in an accident 7 months ago and my life has been a living hell ever since. I got whacked in the head during an unfortunate sporting accident causing a deep and painful gash on my forehead requiring stitches. Now I have an ugly scar in a very visible spot of my face.
My life was pretty much perfect before the accident. I was young, healthy, fit, extremely athletic, successful, self-confident, attractive, with a good family and large network of friends. I always had something fun or interesting lined up on my calendar. All I was missing was a partner in crime, but I was enjoying the single life in an amazing city while looking for that special someone.
However, ever since the accident, I've been completely traumatized. My suffering mostly revolves around the permanent scar on my face. I feel so ugly and demoralized. I have become a hermit, and no longer exercise or socialize. I have sever depression and anxiety over my face. I'm devastated that I have to live with this deforming scar on my face and don't know how I'll ever feel confident and attractive again. I'm a female and have always been very attractive, but I was never a beauty queen or diva. I was just very happy with how my face and skin looked. It was my identity. And it was stolen from me in the blink of an eye.
Family and friends have been incredibly unsupportive. I get "it could have been so much worse", "you're lucky to be alive", "don't you think you're overreacting", "you've got bdd", "you're acting like Michael Jackson", "you're vain and a narcissist", "quit being a depressive weirdo", "why don't you just snap out of it," "you're still beautiful, but I wouldn't want it on my face". the list goes on and on.
The bottom line is the scar is bad to me and it makes me feel like shit. It can't even be concealed with makeup. I don't think anyone gets it unless they suffer from facial scarring. And now that I have a scar all I do is analyze other people's faces for large scars. I don't see hardly any other people with large obvious facial scars.
I feel so alone, like I'm on an island. I think about suicide everyday to end the pain, but I'm too scared to die so I don't think I'll act on it. I've isolated myself from almost everyone and feel myself getting sicker and sicker everyday (both mentally and physically). I am becoming exactly what I feared the most, a crazy agoraphobic cat lady who no longer cares about my appearance and will be single for the rest of my life. I've tried therapy and it doesn't help. Therapy can't bring back my face. The scar is what prohibits me from leaving my house and living a normal life. It has completely consumed me and broken me down. I am like a prisoner in my own body and the scar is the first thing I see every time it look in the mirror.
I have no history of major depression or bdd.
I was involved in an accident 7 months ago and my life has been a living hell ever since. I got whacked in the head during an unfortunate sporting accident causing a deep and painful gash on my forehead requiring stitches. Now I have an ugly scar in a very visible spot of my face.
My life was pretty much perfect before the accident. I was young, healthy, fit, extremely athletic, successful, self-confident, attractive, with a good family and large network of friends. I always had something fun or interesting lined up on my calendar. All I was missing was a partner in crime, but I was enjoying the single life in an amazing city while looking for that special someone.
However, ever since the accident, I've been completely traumatized. My suffering mostly revolves around the permanent scar on my face. I feel so ugly and demoralized. I have become a hermit, and no longer exercise or socialize. I have sever depression and anxiety over my face. I'm devastated that I have to live with this deforming scar on my face and don't know how I'll ever feel confident and attractive again. I'm a female and have always been very attractive, but I was never a beauty queen or diva. I was just very happy with how my face and skin looked. It was my identity. And it was stolen from me in the blink of an eye.
Family and friends have been incredibly unsupportive. I get "it could have been so much worse", "you're lucky to be alive", "don't you think you're overreacting", "you've got bdd", "you're acting like Michael Jackson", "you're vain and a narcissist", "quit being a depressive weirdo", "why don't you just snap out of it," "you're still beautiful, but I wouldn't want it on my face". the list goes on and on.
The bottom line is the scar is bad to me and it makes me feel like shit. It can't even be concealed with makeup. I don't think anyone gets it unless they suffer from facial scarring. And now that I have a scar all I do is analyze other people's faces for large scars. I don't see hardly any other people with large obvious facial scars.
I feel so alone, like I'm on an island. I think about suicide everyday to end the pain, but I'm too scared to die so I don't think I'll act on it. I've isolated myself from almost everyone and feel myself getting sicker and sicker everyday (both mentally and physically). I am becoming exactly what I feared the most, a crazy agoraphobic cat lady who no longer cares about my appearance and will be single for the rest of my life. I've tried therapy and it doesn't help. Therapy can't bring back my face. The scar is what prohibits me from leaving my house and living a normal life. It has completely consumed me and broken me down. I am like a prisoner in my own body and the scar is the first thing I see every time it look in the mirror.
I have no history of major depression or bdd.
