I messed up again. I’m giving up on life.
You've got borderline personality disorder. For real. This isn't even armchair psychology, you've literally self-identified with 8/9 criteria (it only takes like 4 to get diagnosed). And self-identification is how an actual psychologist would diagnose you.
- Chronic feelings of emptiness
- Emotional instability in reaction to day-to-day events (e.g., intense episodic sadness, irritability, or anxiety usually lasting a few hours and only rarely more than a few days)
- Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment
- Identity disturbance with markedly or persistently unstable self-image or sense of self
- Impulsive behavior in at least two areas that are potentially self-damaging (e.g., spending, sex, substance abuse, reckless driving, binge eating)
- Inappropriate, intense anger or difficulty controlling anger (e.g., frequent displays of temper, constant anger, recurrent physical fights)
- Pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterized by extremes between idealization and devaluation (also known as "splitting")
- Recurrent suicidal behavior, gestures, or threats, or self-harming behavior
So the good news is that it actually has a reasonable recovery rate, but the bad news is that it takes work. You're basically gonna need to get your shit together and commit to minimum 12 months of intensive psychotherapy. If you don't, this shit will keep happening. There's no Option C.
The fact that this stupid whore managed to have a child as a single mother tells so much about how she cares with the ones around her, she don't. She will be the ruin of this child.
Hater. I am not BPD. My sadness and anxiety lasts forever and ever go away. Whatever though. I don’t care about anything anymore.
I got pretty much the same reaction when I told you that I think you’re BPD, you were just like “nah”—no interest even in the possibility. I’m guessing because it doesn’t sound as cool as psychopathy.
No, it’s because I have a lot of symptoms of a lot of things, but I’m not everything. I’m nothing. Just depressed and anxious with PTSD. I do crazy things to cope with my depression and anxiety because if I didn’t do crazy things, I’d kill myself because I hate life. The only things that make it bearable are the adventures I go on and the guys I play with. My baby helps a little, but she makes me feel like I should die too because I’m not a good mom.
You've got borderline personality disorder. For real. This isn't even armchair psychology, you've literally self-identified with 8/9 criteria (it only takes like 4 to get diagnosed). And self-identification is how an actual psychologist would diagnose you.
- Chronic feelings of emptiness
- Emotional instability in reaction to day-to-day events (e.g., intense episodic sadness, irritability, or anxiety usually lasting a few hours and only rarely more than a few days)
- Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment
- Identity disturbance with markedly or persistently unstable self-image or sense of self
- Impulsive behavior in at least two areas that are potentially self-damaging (e.g., spending, sex, substance abuse, reckless driving, binge eating)
- Inappropriate, intense anger or difficulty controlling anger (e.g., frequent displays of temper, constant anger, recurrent physical fights)
- Pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterized by extremes between idealization and devaluation (also known as "splitting")
- Recurrent suicidal behavior, gestures, or threats, or self-harming behaviorSo the good news is that it actually has a reasonable recovery rate, but the bad news is that it takes work. You're basically gonna need to get your shit together and commit to minimum 12 months of intensive psychotherapy. If you don't, this shit will keep happening. There's no Option C.
SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP
I got pretty much the same reaction when I told you that I think you’re BPD, you were just like “nah”—no interest even in the possibility. I’m guessing because it doesn’t sound as cool as psychopathy.
No, it’s because I have a lot of symptoms of a lot of things, but I’m not everything. I’m nothing. Just depressed and anxious with PTSD. I do crazy things to cope with my depression and anxiety because if I didn’t do crazy things, I’d kill myself because I hate life. The only things that make it bearable are the adventures I go on and the guys I play with. My baby helps a little, but she makes me feel like I should die too because I’m not a good mom.
That's bpd symptoms you fuckass
I got pretty much the same reaction when I told you that I think you’re BPD, you were just like “nah”—no interest even in the possibility. I’m guessing because it doesn’t sound as cool as psychopathy.
No, it’s because I have a lot of symptoms of a lot of things, but I’m not everything.
Qualifying for a diagnosis isn't about hitting 100% of them (if it were, disorders would be incredibly rare), and there's subtypes for when they go another direction within similar behaviors.
I moreso question narcissism when it comes to you though.