anonymous
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Today, I tried to cut myself. Unfortunately the ruler was not good enough for the job, and so was my courage.
Besides, I didn't want my parents to know about him. Yea, him.*
He who I fell for. Or maybe it was an imaginary love. I don't know. But all I know is, I got so involved in it,* I didn't know what I was doing to myslef. He didn't love me, that I'm sure of, though I did yearn for it. It made me crazy. I didn't and still don't understand myself. Whenever he didn't treat me the way I wanted him to, or expected him to, I would start thinking that he hates me and this...crazy part of me would snap out and lash at him with harsh words and unnecessary arguements. Later I would feel ashamed and confused...like, what the hell did I do?! I think maybe I wanted to hate him. I expected too much from him,* and when he says something different...I can't even think.
I have different views of him. One day he is bad, he is not worth it, and I just hate him terribly. Another day, I'm nothing compared to other people. He deserves better. But I love him. I hate him. Love. Hate. Love. Hate. It's like a tornado and a volcano combined inside me!
Then there is my little kitten. I loved her so much. So much that when she doesn't show me affection or doesn't come to me when i call her, I would torture her, carry her by her tail and throw her. It's a rage I can't control. I want her to love me.
"Why is she running away from me? How could she do that, doesn't she know I love her?* She can't do that, she can NEVER run away from me!!!"
I torture her.
Then,
"Poor kitty, I'm sorry. I love you. I'm sorry I'm sorry".
* I start crying as the guilt surfaces and makes me aware of what I have just done.
It's the same with him.
I turn into a monster when I go mad. I go mad when the people I love don't show me any affection. I get ideas like,* he likes someone else. I accused him of having a relationship so many times and the best part is, WE ARE NOT EVEN IN A RELATIONSHIP!
When we are having conversations,* I would make sure that I'm the one who ends the conversation first,* because I know and have been hurted so many times when he says he has to go, even if it is 2 in the morning. I'm scared. I start thinking he doesn't like me.
This is why I am writing this, not to seek advice, because I already know what is right what is wrong; I should never speak to him again, it is haram, I should never expect too much if a person...bla bla, but what I need is to know if I have a personality disorder or something. I would be glad actually, if I'm told that it is a mental problem. Because I can't take it anymore. I can never understand myself.
I read about BPD and it's like I don't even have to explain myself.* Everything is in there. Everything fits.
I'm scared, when I have a husband, kids...what if I treat them this way? Do I need therapy? Do I really have BPD?
Besides, I didn't want my parents to know about him. Yea, him.*
He who I fell for. Or maybe it was an imaginary love. I don't know. But all I know is, I got so involved in it,* I didn't know what I was doing to myslef. He didn't love me, that I'm sure of, though I did yearn for it. It made me crazy. I didn't and still don't understand myself. Whenever he didn't treat me the way I wanted him to, or expected him to, I would start thinking that he hates me and this...crazy part of me would snap out and lash at him with harsh words and unnecessary arguements. Later I would feel ashamed and confused...like, what the hell did I do?! I think maybe I wanted to hate him. I expected too much from him,* and when he says something different...I can't even think.
I have different views of him. One day he is bad, he is not worth it, and I just hate him terribly. Another day, I'm nothing compared to other people. He deserves better. But I love him. I hate him. Love. Hate. Love. Hate. It's like a tornado and a volcano combined inside me!
Then there is my little kitten. I loved her so much. So much that when she doesn't show me affection or doesn't come to me when i call her, I would torture her, carry her by her tail and throw her. It's a rage I can't control. I want her to love me.
"Why is she running away from me? How could she do that, doesn't she know I love her?* She can't do that, she can NEVER run away from me!!!"
I torture her.
Then,
"Poor kitty, I'm sorry. I love you. I'm sorry I'm sorry".
* I start crying as the guilt surfaces and makes me aware of what I have just done.
It's the same with him.
I turn into a monster when I go mad. I go mad when the people I love don't show me any affection. I get ideas like,* he likes someone else. I accused him of having a relationship so many times and the best part is, WE ARE NOT EVEN IN A RELATIONSHIP!
When we are having conversations,* I would make sure that I'm the one who ends the conversation first,* because I know and have been hurted so many times when he says he has to go, even if it is 2 in the morning. I'm scared. I start thinking he doesn't like me.
This is why I am writing this, not to seek advice, because I already know what is right what is wrong; I should never speak to him again, it is haram, I should never expect too much if a person...bla bla, but what I need is to know if I have a personality disorder or something. I would be glad actually, if I'm told that it is a mental problem. Because I can't take it anymore. I can never understand myself.
I read about BPD and it's like I don't even have to explain myself.* Everything is in there. Everything fits.
I'm scared, when I have a husband, kids...what if I treat them this way? Do I need therapy? Do I really have BPD?