My head hurts like hell. I feel frustrated and like i'm about to cry from the pain. I'm absolutely inadequate. I'm irritated as hell, i feel like i'm going to kill someone. My head hurts so much. Took ibuprofen, took aspirin, nothing helps. I'm drinking a lot of water. I'm litterary always needing water. I'm like a vegetable. So useless and needs water. I'm really frustrated and irritateable and hypervigiliant too. I'm trying to sleep on time and i'm getting like 8 hours of sleep but it's all full with nightmares about dad. My head hurts so much i can't even breathe. And this pain stays for days. I was getting this pain a lot when i was in my accomodation because i was triggered from the new environtment, city, people. I feel like the veins in my brain will explode. And like i'm going to kill someone.
My father ruined me in november 2020 and no matter how hard i try, the damage on me is too much. Since then this illnesses is creeping. I didn't even believe i would be alive. He doesn't even realise he ruined me. He thinks he has done nothing wrong and i'm just crazy and dramatic. Probably i'm gonna become crazy. I want to cry but i'm too numb to. Too burnt out. I'm just binge gaming to proceed being alive. I can't make it through classes, i get hypervigiliant and i start to talk and get sympthoms, teachers are tired of me. They say "You're gonna talk later" and then they say "That's all students, see you next week". Everyone is tired of me. Friends tell me i'm too much. I'm too much for even myself. My soul is in convulsion. I'm desperately searching for redemption. I would sell my soul to save it but i'm inredeemable. I used to be a good person, smart, hard working, kind, deep, compasionate, creative... Now i'm ruined. I'm litterary a vegetable that is so busy dealing with the illnesses that my trauma brought and my trauma that i'm debilitated. I feel bad for hating on mom because i'm an adult, depending on her because i'm useless. I'm ruined. I grieve myself. My dad killed me. And everything i tried since then to redeem myself, was. Idk. Idk anything anymore. My head just hurts. I can't think. I became my illness. A puppet of my demons. A slave of my parents' sins. And i'm stuck in this perpetual agony. It haunts me every night. The baby ruined my life and me. It's gonna get 1yo and i still can't proceed its pregnancy and doesn't even know its name. My sister is upset too. It's normal to be upset. My hands are sweaty writing all this, my body desperately needs the pain out but my mind is imploding not exploding. Destroying self not others. It exploded but nobody cared so it's now just slow Burn and imploding. I can be chained in Hell and i will still be a good person. But fallen. Unredeemed. Enslaved by demons. Chained and bleeding.