Is there any hope for people with this disorder? I've been diagnosed with SPD, Asperger's (most doctors seem to think I have SPD but I am unsure of this [I have read that different countries tend to diagnose one more than the other]), I (probably) have clinical depression (though it may just be the schizophrenia-spectrum traits), OCD intrusive thoughts, and I believe regular bing drinking of alcohol since the age of 19 has worsened everything even further (can't stop, don't really want to stop, don't feel enough energy or have enough will to stop, being drunk is the only time I feel any good anyway), and I probably have borderline narcissistic personality disorder, not helped by an emotionally abusive, angry mother who possibly has sub-clinical NPD too.
I am writing this because I feel so hopeless and sad, as I'm sure many others here do. It seems there is no treatment for this disorder. I seem to be a strange creature and even on the darkest corners of the internet, I am odd and strange, and I end up pissing people off and pushing them away when drunk especially. My life is a living hell, I'm exhausted, sad and drained. I have many talents that I hoped to put to good use (I'm 30 now) but nothing has materialised. I feel like I don't have a "central identity", I'm lost and adrift, and nothing is real. It seems that I'm in a continual state of being traumatised, and tortured by upsetting, painful, embarrassing memories that play over and over in my head. Dealing with people, especially psychiatrists, seems to be literally traumatic to me, based on how they treated me in the past (and yes, I mean psychiatrists specifically in particular, not psychologists). If this seems like a rambling post because, it's because I'm just so...out of things to tell myself every day to make everything tolerable (don't worry I'm not suicidal). I've never felt so hopeless. I'm a reactive, angry, cantankerous, misanthropic kind of person, who seems to hate everyone. I don't even feel anything for my parents, except maybe the though of losing my dad. But even then it seems to be the concept of a person dying, and never existing again that gets to me so much. I think about my mortality all of the time, how I've achieved nothing, how poor my prognosis is now at this point in my life. I don't seem to respond to any treatments because, it's like, there's a lack of a human core in there, inside myself. There's sort of human activity in there, for sure. But there's something else, something more that 99.99% of people seem to have that's just lost, that's gone, that started fading noticeably when I was 12, on the cusp of adolescence, and now it feels like even less is left inside me. I also have some really bad antisocial tendencies. Am I a psychopath too? I'm so fractured, I don't even know anymore. Actually, I never really knew.
Are you able to even cope, and if so, how? Have any of you actually "overcome" this disorder?