alivefornow
thinking about it
- Feb 6, 2023
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I recently found out I was diagnosed with BPD on top of clinical depression and who knows what else. I'm 28M.
This information was kept from me for months. I am not angry at this decision, I know the people who did it were not ill-intended.
As I began to research the disorder online, I very quickly came across the infamous and alarming statistics. People with BPD are more likely than any other group to attempt suicide (75% to 85%) and succeed (~10%). The average number of attempts in the lifetime of a person with BPD is three.
Reading about the most common traits of BPD, I reflected on my past life and it really checks out. I am in constant emotional pain, I hurt the people that love me, I think about taking my life about 50 times everyday, sometimes that being the only thought on my mind. I also have very dark thoughts about doing physical harm to others, which I prefer not to disclose or discuss further, else than saying I haven't acted upon such thoughts so far.
I do not self-harm nor that is a thought that crosses my mind frequently. I guess I'm lucky that way.
I am refusing to get help because I tried therapy and medication and things didn't improve at all. I also don't want to be a burden. I got some money to my name but not enough to pay for such treatments, and I'm too proud to accept help.
On my darkest days I cannot look at a window without the thought of jumping coming to mind. Same with stepping in front of vehicles, hanging myself, drinking poison, stabbing or shooting myself, etc.
In fact, sometimes when I'm just laying on my bed I frequently enact scenarios in my mind in which I blow up my brains. Funny thing is, I never even held a gun.
Last year, after "playing" with partial hanging twice and standing on a ledge 14 stories tall, I acquired SN after learning about it in this website, got caught with it and spent four months in a shitty shitty psych ward. In there I got caught tying a rope with a blanket. I also constantly fantasized about drowning, grabbing the electrified fence and whatever else seemed to be a potential suicide method. Hell, I even though about running and ramming my head on a wall.
All my dreams and aspirations are gone, now I dream about getting assisted suicide in a first-world country. I can't do it myself. I am considering going back to another ward too. As much as I want to die, I am aware of how much this would devastate my family. Maybe if I'm locked up in a safe place and getting treatment, they will feel more at ease.
I can't eat right, I don't shower or shave nearly as often as I should, there's no pattern to my sleep, I have a constant feeling of my guts turning and a heavy weight on my heart. My head hurts from the sleep deprivation.
I can't shake off the feeling that I'm just a bad person. I call it Bad Person Disorder. Bad to others and myself.
I wish and dream about a terminal illness or an accident taking my life. I don't expect anyone to understand how painful this is, I just wish people could understand I'm better off dead when I'm gone, if I can pull this off. Go on with your lives, remember me for whatever good I did when I was alive.
If you read so far, thank you. I would like to know about others' experiences with BPD. Sorry for long post.
This information was kept from me for months. I am not angry at this decision, I know the people who did it were not ill-intended.
As I began to research the disorder online, I very quickly came across the infamous and alarming statistics. People with BPD are more likely than any other group to attempt suicide (75% to 85%) and succeed (~10%). The average number of attempts in the lifetime of a person with BPD is three.
Reading about the most common traits of BPD, I reflected on my past life and it really checks out. I am in constant emotional pain, I hurt the people that love me, I think about taking my life about 50 times everyday, sometimes that being the only thought on my mind. I also have very dark thoughts about doing physical harm to others, which I prefer not to disclose or discuss further, else than saying I haven't acted upon such thoughts so far.
I do not self-harm nor that is a thought that crosses my mind frequently. I guess I'm lucky that way.
I am refusing to get help because I tried therapy and medication and things didn't improve at all. I also don't want to be a burden. I got some money to my name but not enough to pay for such treatments, and I'm too proud to accept help.
On my darkest days I cannot look at a window without the thought of jumping coming to mind. Same with stepping in front of vehicles, hanging myself, drinking poison, stabbing or shooting myself, etc.
In fact, sometimes when I'm just laying on my bed I frequently enact scenarios in my mind in which I blow up my brains. Funny thing is, I never even held a gun.
Last year, after "playing" with partial hanging twice and standing on a ledge 14 stories tall, I acquired SN after learning about it in this website, got caught with it and spent four months in a shitty shitty psych ward. In there I got caught tying a rope with a blanket. I also constantly fantasized about drowning, grabbing the electrified fence and whatever else seemed to be a potential suicide method. Hell, I even though about running and ramming my head on a wall.
All my dreams and aspirations are gone, now I dream about getting assisted suicide in a first-world country. I can't do it myself. I am considering going back to another ward too. As much as I want to die, I am aware of how much this would devastate my family. Maybe if I'm locked up in a safe place and getting treatment, they will feel more at ease.
I can't eat right, I don't shower or shave nearly as often as I should, there's no pattern to my sleep, I have a constant feeling of my guts turning and a heavy weight on my heart. My head hurts from the sleep deprivation.
I can't shake off the feeling that I'm just a bad person. I call it Bad Person Disorder. Bad to others and myself.
I wish and dream about a terminal illness or an accident taking my life. I don't expect anyone to understand how painful this is, I just wish people could understand I'm better off dead when I'm gone, if I can pull this off. Go on with your lives, remember me for whatever good I did when I was alive.
If you read so far, thank you. I would like to know about others' experiences with BPD. Sorry for long post.