Why does my head constantly tell me I am useless, a failure, can't do anything right...why do I second guess myself all the time, why do I hate myself so much??
I literally hate my brain...it is so goddamn fucked up...10 tumors, radiation burn, TBI, multiples, clinical depression, suicidal thoughts..I am on a slow descent...
I hate being such a mental failure and disappointment to myself and others..especially others..I hate being stupid...I hate not being able to focus on something without it overwhelming me and sending me into a goddamn motherfucking anxiety attack..
I hate that all I ever hear in my head "such a failure, can't do anything right, fucking butt ugly, seriously a good for nothing parasitic mindfuck...a waste of air space...
I hate that my mind cannot handle anything...I can never be normal..I hate that my brain shit, is not only killing my brain and body, but it is also killing my psyche...killing me slowly, taking away my reason, my self...building up my self loathing...encouraging me to kill myself...
I was at a bank trying to open a savings account and I got so confused and had a fucking break down, in front of strangers, because my goddamn fucking brain does not work...I am a retard.
Mentally retarded...stupid ignorant fuck bitch...
I've just discovered I have D.I.D. Its not easy for me or my alters. As you read these blog entries, some are by me and some are by them. Each one us expressing a moment of joy or frustration as we learn to adapt to our new life and flood of bad memories.
Thursday, March 14, 2019
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