Trying to take and enjoy the opportunity to achieve an adulting milestone goal of mine
But being confronted by the fact that doing so inherently involves my parents are participants and witnesses so regardless of how much or little I try or care, the only guarantee is criticism, with anything I'm proud of going entirely unnoticed and disregarded as unimportant
So
Hard to muster the motivation for the effort
When the internal voice is just "why bother, nobody gives a shit" (except me) (so why put myself in that position) (because the point of the goal is to move beyond the past limitations imposed by my parents) (growth is a really annoying process) (hey at least I know H's mum will say something nice)
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if i were to refer to you at any point, what would you prefer to be called? :)
Well most people default to ‘greetings’
Some people who think they’re better than me (they’re not) call me ‘inferiors’ (it is pretty funny lmao)
Green calls me ‘Randy’. Why?
Anyway those three are fine
If you want to come up with any other funny nickname feel free to, just start referring to me as something and see how long it takes me to realise you mean me
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Just a vent about internet platforms being internet platforms.
“For real, do you like all the trash talk about you and ** people? You fucking love it bc you know it's true hahaaa!”
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Do I like being continuously made to feel completely foreign? Do I like having everything I say repeated back to me in a caricatured voice amid facepalms and snickering when I'm trying to be serious? Do I like being told in 100 round-about ways a month ‘we hate you people, but you’re okay, I guess’? Do I like seeing people laugh at political unrest and subsequent suffering bc you see it as some kind of indirect victory? Do I like the constant mass vibe of people feeling like they need to ‘put me in my place’?
Obviously not, and I thought that was the point???
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you know every time i've been in a really dark place in the last 2 or 3 years the thing that's made the difference has been love. other people's love towards me and my own self love. first one is hard to recognize and accept but i've been slowly getting better at it (still lots of work to do tho!). the second one is... sigh. really hard to let myself have. a whole life, even if that's merely 26 years old, of self loathing is soooo difficult to reshape into a warm hug, you know? every few months i realize i haven't been treating myself well and i have to force myself to refocus on self love and kindness. it just doesn't come natural to me. my first instinct is always to blame, punish, hate myself. and i'm unfortunately, to this day, deeply convinced i deserve that instead of compassion, a helping hand and kindness. god. the way i'm so uncomfortable with kindness towards me. especially!!!!! coming from myself. i will always try to be kind to others, i firmly believe most people deserve it. but i am not one of them.
but like i'm trying and one day i'll succeed. one day i'll look at myself, or think of myself, and be like 'you're actually pretty cool and deserving of love, my guy'. i really want to. i think for now one step i wanna try taking is to shorten the time period between one Fuck I Need To Let Myself Be Loved and the next, and therefore the intense self loathing period. it's kinda hard to identify when it starts usually tho. not this time but that's bc it was pretty much forced by the arrival of intense physical pain which i do remember the start of. so it was different. and i was literally Just out of my previous Huge Self Loathing Time Period and just a generally really awful mental health time last year. but can't for the life of me pinpoint when that one started ?? i have such shitty memory and no emotional permanence which is actually sooooo bad for me. but i guess it's part of bpd. maybe ?
anyway i'm rambling but point is. i gotta try. and i also recognize that up until not that many years ago Nothing could get me out of intense self loathing and resulting punishing (and self harm, under many different forms and disguises). like it took so many years of therapy, countless tries at medication and just a whole lotta suffering to get to the point of even being able to snap out of it by myself (as in, i can recognize i need to stir my life and mindset in a different direction, but it's usually some external force that makes me go Oh. This Needs To Change. which is not bad btw i think. it's good to have other people who can help you realize patterns and things you need to change, be it voluntarily or not even consciously. the shift is just in my mind, no one is actively trying to cause it tho)
one day i hope to get to a point where i realize i need to refocus on treating myself well and it's for the last time. and from then on i will just be kind to myself and show compassion to my mind and body and heart. i mean it's okay if there's gonna be relapses even at that point. but i do hope to get to that point. when i won't have to do this every 5 months, over and over and over. bc i'm not gonna lie it's pretty exhausting! but we'll see. if i can never reach enough self love and peace of mind for that to happen, i guess i'll just have to live with that, you know? but i don't wanna exclude that it could happen. hope won't hurt. i think. there's little point in being like "i will never get better" even if i think/say it of just one aspect of my disorder. i might get better. so i'll keep trying.
already been struggling with feeling like my back pain will never get better, i had a huge breakdown over it today, and if i'm being honest it's been going on all week, it just exploded today. but to circle back to the beginning of this post, it was love that made me realize i shouldn't lose hope and i shouldn't keep punishing myself and ignoring my needs. i mean love in a broad sense btw. i mean people caring about me. i mean a simple how are you?, i mean a 'here's some chocolate for you' after i cried, i mean a pat on the back (even if ouch!), i mean... just selflessly showing interest in my well being. and gentle reminders that i need to take care or myself. that's love to me, and that's the form of love i need the most, at least right now.
so. yeah. don't know if any of this makes sense, but it's okay if it doesn't, i needed to write it for me.
but even so, if you've cared about me at any point in time, well... thank you, i appreciate it and know it has helped!
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