TW: su!c!de, SA, horrible r-word
Hey all, I just found this page. I don't really know what to say. Guess to start, I have an incredibly rare condition that's caused me to need major surgeries since I was 3. I've lost count on how many total by now (30+, maybe even 40+), but am pretty sure I've been in the hospital for it at least 16-17 times in my life. I've had 3 trips in the last twoish years alone: May 2022, February 2023, and now February 2024. The worst ones were when I was in high school, but having so many in a short time recently has been really hard as well. While the trauma from those has been pretty normalized at this point, it continues to substantially color my life and experiences.
Amidst this, the forefront of my mind has been mostly taken up by what ended up becoming a really traumatic relationship I had in 2022. In short, I confessed (genuine) love to someone who wasn't ready and was yelled at for it. We had dated very intensely and affectionately beforehand, seeing each other a lot, and she had confessed to having feelings for me on multiple occasions. It ended brutally and yet I'm still in love, despite us not talking since. I would also then go on to lose my primary support friend group in early 2023 when one of my closest friends was accused of [worse than assault] by another close friend when they were together back in the day. This continues to remain an incredibly complicated thing, making time spent with others from the group difficult and painful. I still struggle today to open myself up to anyone, friend or otherwise.
Recently, I read a book published back in 1978 called "Snapping" by Flo Conway and Jim Siegelman. It primarily talks about cults and the dangers of how they rewrite people's brains, though also connects the dangers to society at large. I gleamed something from it that I thought was interesting: using their definition of snapping, the brain is not just changed but physically rewired by intensely difficult experiences. I feel this is exactly what happened to me, as my relationship happened to be with someone who shared almost all of my interests completely. As a result, the list of triggers that came after seemed to be in the hundreds. Video games, movies, places, songs, actors, shows, events; all kinds of things either incredibly broad or painfully specific. It seemed as if my mind was completely rewritten to have every road lead back to her. It was and still is very painful, and only recently have I began to start enjoying some of these things again. The work of undoing is hard, but has been possible.
I say all this because it made me realize something. I've had a similar nagging feeling with suicidal thoughts for over a decade at this point. It's similar in that all roads in my head tend to lead there. I constantly feel exhausted, gross, and alone, and will uncontrollably dissociate or crater emotionally throughout my regular life. With this always comes the feeling of not wanting to exist, not so much wanting to die but to curl up into a ball tighter and tighter until the world ceases to exist: to not have to deal with other people or things like eating and providing for myself. Perhaps a really horrible experience or many wrote this into me, baked it in like that one day with my ex did. Like the slow progress I've made writing my ex out of my brain, perhaps incessant suicidality can also be undone or written over in a similar way. I have no clue how best to go about this, though, other than to fight it as best as one can.
I could go on about other things too, from my current crushing lack of a career or direction, other surgery and recovery experiences, past drug dependencies, family issues and alcoholism, or even the thorough bullying and ostracization I experienced throughout my teenage years, but this is already a very long post. For those who read all the way down here, thank you. I really just don't know what to do anymore. I've experienced physical pain beyond explanation as early as the age of 13, and continue to struggle as it seems I continue to be hit by personal trauma after trauma to what feels like an almost absurd degree. To hope is painful. It's made me sick of the world, and to want nothing to do with it.
On the topic of my own safety, I have always personally felt way too much guilt for how it would affect the people in my life. I say that not to sound judgemental to those who have tried, as I can clearly remember at least two instances in college where it honestly should have happened, even if somewhat unintended, while in extreme manic and self destructive states, and also a lot of instances in 2023 where I had to put myself to bed to avoid the despair and desire to do it. I only wanted to mention this as it's honestly the one major thing that's been keeping me going. I still think about and desire it every day, as if I'm only staying alive for other people. Without them, I really don't think I'd have any trouble doing it. I constantly fear another complete collapse as a result, and have worked tirelessly and perhaps unhealthily to prevent more from continuing to happen.