I've been out of care for a while now, so a lot of these things aren't formally diagnosed, but here's the laundry list of things I'm trying to deal with:
- child of severely depressed mother, who might also have Munchausen's by proxy, definitely has an eating disorder and her own history of abuse
- child of addicted father, who was raised in an alcoholic household
- brother attempted suicide when I was 16 due to drugs and alcohol
- recently diagnosed bipolar, previously diagnosed severe depression with obsessive features
- suggested borderline personality disorder (also identify with avoidant personality disorder and obsessive compulsive personality disorder)
- also suggested narcissistic personality disorder, but I think that might just be masked borderline
- possibly on the autism spectrum (I'm not convinced of that one myself)
- my own history of alcohol, sex, and food addictions (and one major overdose on Xanax)
- paralyzing perfectionism to the point where I've allowed things to die rather than make a wrong decision
- a partner who I am in an abusive relationship with who has PTSD as a result
- been homeless for the past two years, pretty much thanks to my own mental health state and some of the truly atrocious things that I've done that I'm still trying to run away from
I really don't see this ending any time soon. I keep having moments of regret and determination to do better, but the very second something sets me off again, I'm at it all over again, screw the consequences. I heard something at some point about people getting PTSD as a result of their own crazy behavior and that seems fitting, too. I can't imagine ever getting help with that, though, since I'm the cause of far more trauma than I've suffered.
Even worse, I've built up such a monstrous history I can't imagine ever feeling like a worthwhile human being ever again. I've always felt like pretty much the lowest piece of crap on earth, even though I spend a lot of time do things to make myself look better, and the past 5 or 6 years has pretty much just proven it to me that I actually am every bit as worthless and evil as I've ever thought.
I don't want to die, but I'm really at the point where anything that will get me off this merry go round sounds good. I've thought about getting my hands on some more Xanax and seeing if I can finish the job this time. I've had a plan on how to end it for about a month or so, but I'm way too chicken to go through with it. I just don't see how this can end without someone else being dead, and at this point I feel like it would be a service to all if that person was me.
So like I said. Things are really bad and I don't see myself coming back from it. But now at least someone else knows.