I don't know why I was born, or for what reason. If there is a reason it must be because I am evil.
I am 49, for 30 years I've battled "Harm OCD", which is the fear/urge/obsession that I'm going to harm/kill someone. In this case it was always my parents. I've probably had Borderline Personality Disorder my entire life, I get intensely angry/rageful, I split, see things in black and white and am very sensitive. When I was 39 I broke my back, and even after surgery I am still disabled. But I have been denied disability 2 times. I haven't worked since 2013.
I live with my father. 2 years ago he got rectal cancer. He's 82 now. He refuses to get a colostomy, and doesn't want infusion chemo. Now, I respect that because even the doctors said chemo and the surgery might kill him. But here's the thing: rectal cancer can get very messy with fecal incontinence. We don't have running water. He has to clean himself with wet wipes and sometimes blood and fecal matter get everywhere.
On top of this is the fact that my harm OCD makes me try to avoid him even though I have to be his caregiver. SO the anxiety is off the charts. I fear I'm going to lose control any minute. People with harm OCD hate to be around people they perceive as weaker than them, or more vulnerable. When I get angry at him, which is intense because of the BPD, I fear I'm going to hurt him.
If there is a God I'd like to smack him for putting a guy whose harm OCD is about his father in charge of his father's care. That and how much things have changed over the last 2 years have made me a completely different person. I have run out of empathy and compassion, I have gone non-stop for 2 years caregiving and couple that with the OCD/BPD and lack of money I've completely gone insane.
Just me talking about it makes me think I"m going to lose it and go crazy. I don't know why I was born, why things keep getting worse, why nothing good happens to me, ever. And I'll never forgive God for this. Ever.