Hello. I've been lurking around the forums for a bit to do more research and I wanted to introduce myself (to a bunch of strangers on the internet, ha). Self-diagnosis seems to have stigma, but I'm going to start out by saying that after years of reading about mental illness and trying to convince myself 'it's only depression, there's no more to it, there CAN'T be': I think I have BPD, while I know I have severe depression (diagnosed as a teenager), anxiety, and dissociative episodes.
I am in my mid-20's, having moved halfway across the country and living alone with very limited contact with what's left of 'family' and no friends, and I work. I've had suicidal thoughts from the age of 12, I grew up with physical abuse, neglect, a lot of self harm, pill abuse, drinking, 'threat of death' from family members (I don't know what to call it, but growing up, my mom and dad would often bring up how my mom was 'going to die soon' because of her cancer, they'd frequently manipulate me to do things for them because of that). I've attempted suicide three times now, I have frequent suicidal ideation (even when not noticeably depressed). Cancer/other terminal diseases, predisposition to substance abuse, depression/suicidal tendencies run in the family. I'm queer, I have intense mood swings (changing multiple times within an hour when at its worst, without any prompting or trigger that I know of). I sometimes find myself somewhere and don't know how I got there, past friends have told me that my behavior can be extreme and erratic, and some of my major decisions have been self-sabotaging (as I look back, at least) and I am doing the best that I can to hide everything from the people around me. Often, my surroundings and myself don't feel 'real', I can't focus, I fixate/obsess heavily. I feel like I am broken and need to keep away from people for their own good so I don't 'damage' them. I feel like I can't or shouldn't seek help of any sort, since I've always done this alone so I can do it again.
I am trying to climb out of severe depression after attempting suicide in February (now that I look back, this whole episode makes no sense to me, and I know that's going to be a problem when I have to face it), I did seek 'help' this time but the fact that I did and accepted it that makes me even angrier at myself. I smoke, and it's possible I'm abusing it but I can't tell (that's a strange thing to think, isn't it? I know that it's bad for me but I do it because it is numbing.) I jump from job to job, I am often not able to tell/read people to know if they like or dislike me. I have very 'black and white' thinking about everything, including people, I can go from loving them to resenting them and back, very quickly. I don't enjoy much of anything anymore, I feel like I'm living my life dipping in and out of this consuming fog, I don't know who I am or who I'm supposed to be, who I even want to be.
I'm sorry, this got lengthy: I just wanted to ask, how do you cope? How do you find something that comforts you and keeps you going? Have you found a sense of purpose/self and how have you kept it?
If you do reply to this, thank you for sharing.
