I don’t want to die, but…
There are times, last night for example, when it’s all I can do to hang on to whatever I can to keep from doing something I can never take back. Those nights where the blackness has swirled up around me to grasp at my throat and just choke the life out of me.
It’s a difficult thing to explain, but I’ll do my best. Here’s how I’ve described it to my therapists.
It’s like there are two people inside of me. There’s me, and then there’s the dark me. We’ll call the ‘me’ that’s okay #1 and the dark me #2. #1 is easy to get along with, loves to be there for people, give advice and listen. She loves being with her friends (when she has them), watching television or movies or series found on YouTube or reading a good book. She loves to laugh and make people laugh. But always, always #2 is lurking inside of #1’s brain, whispering things to her like “They’re watching you. They think you’re so fat, so ugly. Your hair looks so stupid. What do you think they are really thinking about you? The world would be better off without you. They don’t really need you here, they’re just patronizing you. They’ll be fine, possibly even relieved, once you’re gone.” And so many other thoughts like that. It’s like having a devil on your shoulder all the time.
Sometimes #2 is quiet, and those times are bliss. Sometimes she just whispers. And sometimes, like last night, she pushes #1 completely out of the way and takes over. Those are the nights when I would give anything for it to just stop. For everything to stop and just give me peace.
My therapists don’t seem to concerned about this so.. I’m still dealing with #2 the best I can. Thinking on the days after a night that she took over, that it’s a miracle that I’m still here after all these years of dealing with her.
I am afraid, though. I am afraid that one night she’s going to be too much to handle, too much to control, that there’s going to be so much hurt inside me and so much pain, that I’ll do it. I really don’t want to, and it scares me.
I like to think that I’m strong. I may not have a job, and a I may not have a lot of friends, but I’m still here. People that are not like us, they don’t understand the strength it takes to fight this every day. We are not weak. We are not completely broken. We are damaged, we have repairs to make and patches to sew on, but we are still here.
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Wow. This is an amazing analogy. You said the words I couldn’t. You laid them out perfectly. So believe me, I understand. It amazes me how much I can relate to you.
Thank you. It seems to be the best way to describe what goes on inside me to those who don’t have this problem.
You are number one.
Number two is your mind, your thoughts, pretending to be you, taking on a life of their own.
Just remember, you are number one.
I know this feels. It can be pretty awful. Sometimes it’s hard to control the other in your head. Sometimes it takes a lot of work and sometimes you just can’t do it. It really sucks. You must must must make yourself dominate over the #2. #2 is the other side of you who argues with you and tries to pull you down, but you have to retort right on the spot and make it clear that it doesn’t have control over you or anything in your life. So make it clear clear clear! Fight fight! I’m rooting for you!
I try. I like to think I’m a fighter because I’m still here. It just gets so hard and tiring after a while.