I'm someone with chronic pain and BPD. I'm lucky that I escaped from my abusive parent a year ago and accepted my disability for the most part, but it's still hard at times.
I can't get a full-time job in most entry level positions because of my disability, I had to accept I couldn't have the life I wanted, had to rework my personal hobbies to accommodate myself, and deal with the numbing splitting episodes from BPD and it's triggers. All without having access to healthcare either.
Most days is a battle between fighting the mood swings, suicide ideation from the loneliness, and the boom and bust cycle with chronic pain. It's very hard to live life with a disorder that reminds you of the growing emptiness from every trauma you faced from dealing with every single form of abandonment and rejection from life and can't escape by using your body constantly anymore from the aforementioned chronic pain.
I used to use the internet to make friends but in recent years, I have lost them either because of time or due to my disorder. I find it increasingly harder to make friends both off and online now than ever before. No one has ever really stuck around besides a selected few of my family member (the rest can burn in hell) and close friends.
I also had to take a step back from the internet and my creative hobbies because I suffer from terrible jealousy and feelings of isolation. Sometimes I'm scared if I'm going to make it through life completely.
I saw some of your vent posts and they reminded me of my similar struggles. What made it easier was accepting my life and achieving some form of regulation after multiple different types of episodes breakdowns of confronting my worst fears.
I don't know what you can do exactly to help alleviate your life circumstances. If you can, I suggest going to social clubs and events (especially if they're creative based), expand your interests and hobbies, explore different pieces of media, and join certain online communities of shared interest. I've recently joined one for Cluster Bs individuals and was lucky to make an acquaintance. Or just talk to people, the smallest bits of an interaction can go a long way.
As much as I dream for connection and independence, I know that there's only a certain amount of both I can achieve from what I initially wanted. And that's okay, I'll probably will still be dealing with the same issues when I grow older and will only have me as company, but I can use the little power I have to make it manageable to live with myself.
When I was little and only the chronic illness was ruining my life, I really thought that in the future I'll be happy.
I can't imagine a happy future anymore. To be honest, I wonder what will ruin my next years now that I start to feel better mentally.
I think it will be anorexia with how obsessed by my weight I became and how I barely eat anymore. But hey at least my family will stop to talk about it!
I thought about doing all of that but at some point, is it worth to have hope just for being scammed again?
I think life is just a scam and I'm too much of a coward to not end it. Even if, the truth being, I don't want to die but I want to be happy.
But I won't be happy. I have no rights to be. I'm a crash test doll, nothing more.
You don't befriend stuff like this don't you?
Even if there is people caring about me and good moment, I've lost everything that made me believe that I'd be free.
Is life worth living if your body is nothing but a cage?
I don't know anymore. Sometime I even pray, like there's a god out there who care about me. The same god who let me suffer and let the other kids at the hospital suffer and die.
I'm sorry I'm all over the place.
I just cling to quotes by that point because the truth is, in life, you're alone. In your grave there will only be one person.
That truth eat away from me and I should just accept it too and then decide if I want to live alone until the end.