Graphic - I haven't been here in 15 years.
Hey guys.
I think I might've logged in recently just to muse and say hi.
I haven't been here in almost two decades. When I was a teenager, I had depression and anxiety (and a lot of other shit I just don't want to discuss).
I'm 36 now. Jesus Christ.
Life, my guys, has not gone as planned. Not that I had a plan. But I thought it was fair, y'know?
I've been a bit fucking unstable since, forever. You dodged a bullet, Aphelion. My behaviour has never been quite ... normal.
In my mid-thirties, shit has hit the fan. My relationships with my family, friends, and spouse have come to a head. After a particularly terrible argument with the latter recently, I was told to go to therapy. Almost within the same week, after spending a week with my brother on his couch, I've been told by him, my sister in law, my therapist, and my wife that they all think I have BPD or NPD.
I spent about a week reading up on it all, too.
It fits.
I went to a psychiatrist last week. Or, I tried to. Good old NHS. There are none – literally, there are NONE in my town because they all quit due to underfunding by the government. Instead, I got a nurse practitioner who told me she and her team can read up on my shit and essentially 'guess' at what could be going on.
Well, i could do with some answers. I am so fucking unstable - but safe, to clarify. If you knew me in the noughties on this forum, you know that I fucking love me - that I could blow up. My behaviour, in the last few months, has been fucking ridiculous. Divorce-worthy ridiculous. Gambling. Drinking. Other things I won't mention here on the slim chance that somehow, 'she' may stumble upon it. Not that I really give a fuck at this point. I'd be better off by myself since I have always excelled at taking care of myself and all her accusations are as such.
Edit: Why did I click on my profile. I miss the noughties hair. I still have loads of it, but scene has died.
Last edited by Asystole : 19-01-2024 at 05:45 PM.
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