For the past several months, I have thought about my HPD so much. I find out new characteristics of this PD that I identify with almost every day. Because that's how much I obsess over it, almost every day.
I decided to isolate myself from people because I feel like I don't deserve friends or relationships (I quit my job). I was reading something the other day that said that HPDs don't really feel empathy. It went on to say that we are empty, our personalities are simply constructs that change depending on who we're with. That couldn't be more true, but I never realized that until the other day.
Once I realized it, it hit me: I'M NOT REAL. My "personality" is a facade. I also don't feel like a normal person does. I don't feel genuine love, compassion, empathy; I simply ACT like I feel all those things. And if I can't feel those things, do I deserve those emotions from others? Do I deserve my family's and friends' love if I can't genuinely reciprocate it???
I hate myself more and more every day. I break down often. I think about suicide so much, but I don't tell anyone about it because I feel like I don't deserve anyone's help and I need to handle this on my own. Then I feel worse about feeling the way that I do when I think of the fact that even my "sadness" is brought on by an egocentric reason, rather than my sibling's RA dx or my friend's divorce or my other sibling's struggles financially.
I don't know what to do.