Ever since I got out of jail five years ago I've felt like I've been in hell - not that it's been one bad thing after another, but instead an unending cycle of hope and optimism crushed by my own folly. Often I think about how I ended up in this situation and the superficial reason is that I make dumb, impulsive decisions that ruin any positive momentum I might have built; the deeper, more depressing realisation though is that I'm unconsciously predisposed towards self destruction. If it were just a matter of poor choices, then at least I could hope to make better ones. Instead I'm doomed to make the same mistakes over and over again, and this knowledge thus sours any success I might have.
I've tried praying and meditating, I've been to see therapists and tried to seek help. I even went to church for the first time in over a decade. I can't believe in anything for the life of me though.
>>236003 I've never gotten a diagnosis other than depression/anxiety. Albeit, when I was seeking psychotherapy corona was in full swing and all the good therapists were booked.
At any rate, I don't think knowing my psychosocial horoscope will really change anything though.
>>235997 Ironically your statement describes BorderlinePD more accutarely. BPD in wizchads is usually misdiagnosed as ASPD (which is a genuine disregard for relations and affection).
>>235997 I hoped and tried too much for too long time that I just grew tired of thinking things (life/my deceased mind/ my relationship with peers) would change for the better. I just came to the conclusion that just won't happen as an either you got it or you don't situation.
One of my earliest childhood memories that my mother occasionally relates to me was a toy day at preschool. We had little mailboxes that people would put valentines, administrative announcements, birthday party invitations, crafts and stuff to take. I must have been sick because I missed the announcement or calendar that said we were having a toy day, because what happened was I came to school that day and everyone brought elaborate trucks, board games, playmobile whatever. Anyways I remember asking another kid if I could play with his nice toy trucks, and offered to let him see my ratty stuffed animal which was the only thing I happened to have, to which he very harshly said NO in front of the other kids. I started welling up with tears then went and sat in the corner and cried for the rest of the day. I went home and cried more to my mother. First memory of really feeling unliked and alone.
One of my earliest memories was crying saying I hate myself I must have been around 5 or 6. There was a lot of trauma when I was a child I did not like authority I learnt to disobey even to my own detriment because if I did that I still had some sort of control I realy feel helpless and without hope especially as a child.
I am not a wizard because some succubus broke my heart I do not think that is wizardly but I do have memories of people being close to me betraying me or harming me for their own gain.
I actually had a friend who chose his succubus over me despite her being unironically mentally disabled and a bitch.. but that did not bother me I was glad to know where I stood concerning him.
Children threw their poo at me in elementary school I never understood why I was hated I was different I shut down I lived within my own world yet had no visual imagination so would think a lot and immerse myself in vidya.
Eventually I embraced being different and now it is respectable I can tell the normgroids envy my ability to be myself but the truth is I do not even know who I am.
I've felt like a prisoner ever since I was a kid sent to preschool and as soon as I realized my parents were dumb. I was born at odds with civilization.
My mother during her last year on this Earth telling me I'm useless and will be absolutely fucked without her. She was fine up to that point. I guess impending death can bring out the honesty in people. Another one I remember distinctly is just staring into the CRT, looking at my dull reflection at around 9 years old, and realizing then and there that this is who I am, I won't grow out of the autism; childhood is the endgame.
>>236135 Sure, just in the wrong order. I still have my dad and I'm a NEET rapidly approaching 30. Once he's dead I'm just about fucked. I don't really see how her being right would matter, she had an autistic child, would get mad at it for showing symptoms. Smoked during pregnancy too. But wait, call in the next 15 minutes and we'll include a FREE pamphlet explaining the risks of pregnancies over 40!
>>236132 I can relate to that, I will never forget the moment my mother came out of the screening and I hear the crying of her in my mind, while she was getting carried through the halls in her bed, sitting, crying into these grayish toilet papers knowing this will be her last evening, which it was. There is this unwritten rule that you will die within 5 years after your significant other has died and this rule took full grip on my mother. I have abandoned that whole idea since and look to nothing but the endless void that is existence until it consumes me whole.
>>235997 What broke my heart is that i'll never be anything. I always thought I was somewhat special because of my luck and how I lived for so long but honestly cracks of my mortality shows up and realize i'm just another faggot. It fucking sucks I can't be something else, I can't like the people in fantasy or a powerful being. I'm just another bodybag.
>>236279 False, first world succubi won't fuck just any guy. They only go after a certain type of man, i.e. not the wizardly type. In the third world, they'll fuck any guy because feminism hasn't contaminated their brains yet and gave them high expectations.
>>236280 Third world succs will fuck anyone with a job, hoping they get pregnant so they can put the guy on child support. Never trust third worlder succs.
Realizing that I had something wrong with me, and that people pitied me, it turned me against everything. I never had any real ambitions either, can thank parental neglect and abuse for that.
Losing a friend I made shattered my brain worse than anything could have it is amazing even to me how i reacted I bet they never even think of me but it is all I ever think about.
Realizing things could have gone different if I was born different with another family, a well-estabilished family if you know what I mean. But things went south, now I can't change my past, my knowledge or the deep scars that sometimes still haunt me. Dear friends, the feeling of hopelessness is the worst thing a human could feel, it shatters your whole world
>>236000 this, and grandparents dying. i was closer to them than i am to my mom. also when i realized medicine is evil now. i dont think everything has a cure, or even most things, but doctors are like vultures. they do all this bullshit to people at the end of their lives that doesnt do anything and then give you huge bills for it. in my grandma's case, it was their own errors and neglect that caused her final month of her life to be 24/7 hellish pain. i hope those doctors watch their own families suffer the same or worse.
Hearts are done for breaking muh wizzie. Do not expect mercy from za warudo.
The soul does not work like the body, if it hurts for long, then stab deeper by yourself. >This is how I stopped caring about being an outcast in hi school.
>>236078 >Eventually I embraced being different and now it is respectable I can tell the normgroids envy my ability to be myself.
I do use blending (if I can) but to hide from them rather than to blend in.
>>236001 Forget about cartoon characters, entire fictional worlds not being real still breaks my heart.
I remember at one point my life was sucking so much and I ended up crying that one of my shows weren't real and that I'd never go on this fantastic adventure to other worlds like the protagonists of the show could. It was the complete and utter realization that I'm nothing but just a complete fucking worm stuck on this god forsakened planet.
>>235997 Maybe when my father called me a failiure the first time. He had been my hero growing up and to hear those words from him really stuck with me, i still feel bad when thinking about it
This is going to sound really fuxcking stupid but when I was 13 I got really excited to run in a 5k at my older brothers college opening whatever thing. I trained for a week before and was ready to go. But my family woke up late. I knew we werent going to make it to the start time. That was the moment it really hit me that life is bullshit and screws people over.
>>237087 Being abandoned and used and abused by every single person who got close to me. I am not even mad anymore I just think I am stupid for ever trusting family r anyone else. Had no father figure so looked up to another family member as my papa and adored them to the point where everything about them I felt was perfect only for them to just hurt me and never talk to me again.