BPD
by conquer on October 22, 2008Does knowing you are afflicted by something make it easier to bare?
Or perhaps i am not the victim of anything other than my desperate need for attention. I am nothing if i am not praised.
Wanting a condition so that it gives me an individual aspect that is rare. Something that sets me apart from others, making me unique.
Giving me an identity
Making me interesting, making me worth praise or sympathy or any kind of human connection. i just want people to feel for me, because i can not feel for myself.
How can you be numb. The emptiness is filled with anything and everything i can consume to blunt myself. If that is possible.
No hunger, no pain, no anything, no love connection, confusion self loathing i feel sorry for myself and hate myself at the same time because i don't really know how i feel at all.
I don't know what i feel.
empty.
Not empty but full of all the wrong things, full of sadness and little hope for the future.
LIving inside fantasies and past memories of happiness that were fleeting and consisted of people admiring me and complimenting me over various things.
I need those compliments more than i need air.
My existence needs validation.
Confusion between hunger and disgust at food i don't know if i love it or hate it. Comfort versus guilt.
Not eating or disposing of food causes guilt. "how could i waste food, there are starving children in china? my mother went to the effort of making this food for me she would be disappointed if i didn't eat it. My parents worked hard for the money to provide this food."
But if i eat it i will hate myself. I will become unattractive and if i am not attractive i will not get compliments so what's the point in living?
People around me or better looking than me get my greatest attention because i will hate them with every fibre of myself for being what i can not be.
I feel a deep deep seeded resentment towards those that are better than me and draw attention from me. Flash of jealousy
I expect others to understand me / my mood swings / my opinions and reasoning behind everything because it is valid; because _i_ feel it. yet i can not relate to others and their problems genuinely because i am too selfish to understand another's point of view.
I am the centre of the universe but i am completely forgotten and insignificant at the same time.
Jealousy, mistrust.
I trust no one completely not even myself, especially not myself. i Have more control over others than i do myself.
My mind and body are two separate entities working with different agendas and my mind is winning. The result is death of the body.
I feel like my body is dying. It's giving up, succumbing to sickness and fatigue.
I have no motivation for the future, but feel such extreme guilt that i still manage to get through my daily activities.
I hate people, and hate being alone. Loneliness makes everything worse.
I feel like my life isn't real. Like i don't have to take anything seriously because if i fail i can just press the restart button. It feels so surreal. I don't trust my eyes because they lie to me, i don't trust my brain because it interprets everything wrong, i don't trust other peoples opinions because they are also wrong or lying to me.
I manipulate others to avoid being manipulated myself. Being the brunt of a group joke is the most isolating feeling. Heart shattering.
Coping mechanism is revenge. I am driven by revenge or the need to better others to fulfill my own sense of self satisfaction. Knowing my life is better than other peoples makes me happy.
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