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The worst part of the day is getting up and the best part of the day is going back to bed again. I can't read, study, focus or do anything at all.
It all got so much worse when a relative shared some knowledge about my past late November and then right after that came my mother's birthday, and from there it's only gone down. Another point of getting worse was when I got back to therapy a few weeks ago. My mind is driving me crazy. I can't tell potential threat from regular, normal things. I catch myself supervising people's hands whenever they're closer than an arm length away. I catch myself constantly positioning myself with my back against a wall, and if it's not, always turning around to check behind my back. I'm on the edge of crying multiple times every single day, and anxiety is eating me up inside. My head is constantly thinking of terrible things and I can't even tell which of the pictures and thoughts I get are real or not. I feel like the thread connecting me to reality is getting thinner and thinner as I try to run faster away from the monster inside me.
I'm in pain, and no one can ever understand.
When I said I'm a dirty piece of shit my friend thought I was saying I'm a bad person and replies by saying I'm one of the kindest people he's ever met. He didn't understand I was talking about being dirty, filthy and used. I'm not kidding when I say I'd rather be paralysed from my hips and down than feel the grossness of my body down there every single day.
I want this to end. Maybe my mother will hear about it and start actually loving me and be my mommy. Probably not though lol it's a lost fight. All of it.
It all got so much worse when a relative shared some knowledge about my past late November and then right after that came my mother's birthday, and from there it's only gone down. Another point of getting worse was when I got back to therapy a few weeks ago. My mind is driving me crazy. I can't tell potential threat from regular, normal things. I catch myself supervising people's hands whenever they're closer than an arm length away. I catch myself constantly positioning myself with my back against a wall, and if it's not, always turning around to check behind my back. I'm on the edge of crying multiple times every single day, and anxiety is eating me up inside. My head is constantly thinking of terrible things and I can't even tell which of the pictures and thoughts I get are real or not. I feel like the thread connecting me to reality is getting thinner and thinner as I try to run faster away from the monster inside me.
I'm in pain, and no one can ever understand.
When I said I'm a dirty piece of shit my friend thought I was saying I'm a bad person and replies by saying I'm one of the kindest people he's ever met. He didn't understand I was talking about being dirty, filthy and used. I'm not kidding when I say I'd rather be paralysed from my hips and down than feel the grossness of my body down there every single day.
I want this to end. Maybe my mother will hear about it and start actually loving me and be my mommy. Probably not though lol it's a lost fight. All of it.
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