As long as I can remember, I have always felt I cannot trust myself. I have these racing thoughts and visualize myself severely hurting other people, especially if someone does something to bother me.
I feel on the edge of something terrible happening most of the time.
One night I was out with an ex who said he had enough of my unpredictable moods, because I switch from being overly nice to really annoyed a lot. We were at his friends house, he kept talking about his ex, on the way back in the car, he told me to go home, I felt he was ignoring my feelings, and I started physically attacking him, this strength came over me, and I was not going to back down, I saw him as a threatening enemy.
This happened with my mom too, she was making fun of me, and I lost it, this rage overcame me. When I was a young teenager I had a few rages that I don't remember that my sister told me about.
I usually feel completely empty, bored, and have anxiety mixed with it.
I engaged in unprotected sex with my ex, it made my anxiety worse, but I felt drawn to taking the risk, because I hated myself and I felt I deserved to worry. If I need to go to a class and be in a close environment with people, to feel less paranoid and anxious about coming across really strangely- excessive self consciousness. I have got into the habit of having a small amount of alcohol before, to balance my thoughts and give me a fake confidence.
I think people are great when I first meet them and feel lucky to be around them, to then becoming easily irritated by them. I can easily switch between hating someone and liking them.
I go from thinking I am better than other people and people are jealous of me or not good enough to be my friend to thinking I the worst person and no wonder I have no friends.
I sabotage most opportunites, and just quit. I never stand up for myself with people that I feel disrespect me, just have a seething anger for them, that I carry around and vow to never forget.
I fail to plan anything. I feel safest in my room where I can hide away and pretend it is the harsh world that is wrong, not me and my extremely sensitive mood.
I have no relationships apart from barely with my family, who easily offend me. I was with my ex for years and was extremely jealous and paranoid of his motives, felt he would leave me as soon as someone better came along. He wants nothing to do with me, and in a way I can't really blame him, I don't feel stable or okay most of the time, I don't know what to do. If I keep going this way I am going to live a lonely miserable life.
What do you think? Please be kind. Thank you