
notMyRealName
BT
- Nov 14, 2019
- 15
I've a had a very traumatic life, I used to live in a country where we had basically no rights, I had a very rough childhood because of my abusive father and life didn't get easier as an adult because I suffered from PTSD, depression and anxiety. My anxiety was so bad I even started experiencing brain fog (it's when feel like reality is a dream and you start to question if it's even real) it's a desperate way for the human brain to escape the pressure, it was so awful I thought I was going crazy. I was obviously suicidal at this point I hated life and how unfair it was.
Even though I grew up in a rough environment, I was always a dreamer, it's what kept me alive to this day, I've always fantasized about leaving the country, always wanted to live life like it's a movie and experience things I didn't get to experience as a teen/young adult, I know it's unrealistic in most cases I'm not dumb but I love to dream. Last year I managed to get a student visa to study in France, I already had my diploma but I just needed a way to get out of the country. I made it to France in September 2019, my plan was to cross as many items as possible off my bucket list and then CBT when my visa expires.
It was very exciting, it was like a dream come true, I was still suffering with my mental health, but I was happy even though I still felt low, sometimes which is normal because you can't just recover from 24 years of trauma just like that.
I got my SN a while ago and I was still determined to use it before my visa expires. A couple months after I got here I started to feel myself slowly come back to life, I started feeling better and better and I could finally see life in colors. I learned so much over the last few months, I never felt happier I became a completely different person. Part of me was still sad because because I was jealous of people who were born in first-world countries I kept thinking about how different my life would have been if I was born in here but I was still happy I made it this far.
Long story short my suicidal thoughts are completely gone now, I know I'm still not completely healed and I don't know if I will ever be but for the first time in my life I feel hope, real hope, and I know that there is still room for improvement, I'm still learning things everyday, I'm doing my best to become a better person.
Here is the best part, about a week ago, my professor from university (a racist asshole) contacted me to tell me that I failed this year, and he said that I can't re enroll because the courses already started knowing that the results were late because of COVID and partly because of him but it was definitely completely out of my hands. Anyway, this means that I will lose my visa which in my case means I lose EVERYTHING!
Life gave me hope and it took it away just like that. So ironically now I have to use the SN I ordered after all, only this time it feels like I'm killing myself against my will because I really want to live, but I still rather die than to go back to my old life.
I'm crying my eyes out as I'm writing this because I know what's coming next, I'm so mad at myself, I should have fought harder, I should have done better, maybe if I wasn't so obsessed with my past I would have done better in college and avoided all of this but FUCK life is too cruel.
I don't know why i'm posting this here, i guess i just wanted to share this with someone, i can't really tell anyone i know what i'm planing to do so i'm telling you instead.
Even though I grew up in a rough environment, I was always a dreamer, it's what kept me alive to this day, I've always fantasized about leaving the country, always wanted to live life like it's a movie and experience things I didn't get to experience as a teen/young adult, I know it's unrealistic in most cases I'm not dumb but I love to dream. Last year I managed to get a student visa to study in France, I already had my diploma but I just needed a way to get out of the country. I made it to France in September 2019, my plan was to cross as many items as possible off my bucket list and then CBT when my visa expires.
It was very exciting, it was like a dream come true, I was still suffering with my mental health, but I was happy even though I still felt low, sometimes which is normal because you can't just recover from 24 years of trauma just like that.
I got my SN a while ago and I was still determined to use it before my visa expires. A couple months after I got here I started to feel myself slowly come back to life, I started feeling better and better and I could finally see life in colors. I learned so much over the last few months, I never felt happier I became a completely different person. Part of me was still sad because because I was jealous of people who were born in first-world countries I kept thinking about how different my life would have been if I was born in here but I was still happy I made it this far.
Long story short my suicidal thoughts are completely gone now, I know I'm still not completely healed and I don't know if I will ever be but for the first time in my life I feel hope, real hope, and I know that there is still room for improvement, I'm still learning things everyday, I'm doing my best to become a better person.
Here is the best part, about a week ago, my professor from university (a racist asshole) contacted me to tell me that I failed this year, and he said that I can't re enroll because the courses already started knowing that the results were late because of COVID and partly because of him but it was definitely completely out of my hands. Anyway, this means that I will lose my visa which in my case means I lose EVERYTHING!
Life gave me hope and it took it away just like that. So ironically now I have to use the SN I ordered after all, only this time it feels like I'm killing myself against my will because I really want to live, but I still rather die than to go back to my old life.
I'm crying my eyes out as I'm writing this because I know what's coming next, I'm so mad at myself, I should have fought harder, I should have done better, maybe if I wasn't so obsessed with my past I would have done better in college and avoided all of this but FUCK life is too cruel.
I don't know why i'm posting this here, i guess i just wanted to share this with someone, i can't really tell anyone i know what i'm planing to do so i'm telling you instead.
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