Little comfort, but, at least we can be mentally fucked up together. I mean, I have past rapes, assaults, parental abuse, and now, retrograde dissociative amnesia and major depression and borderline personality disorder (no wonder I want to screw everything that moves... but don't). And to think I filed for just Lupus and passing out...
Anyhow, all I'm saying is that it's really, really hard, but you aren't alone. You have a mentally messed-up friend who gets it, and gets how hard it can be. What I tried to do to myself two weeks ago... the urge is still there, and may always be, but I have to fight through it. If I can live with this physical pain, I have to find a way to beat this shit in my brain, too.
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Date: 2010-09-24 02:28 am (UTC)Anyhow, all I'm saying is that it's really, really hard, but you aren't alone. You have a mentally messed-up friend who gets it, and gets how hard it can be. What I tried to do to myself two weeks ago... the urge is still there, and may always be, but I have to fight through it. If I can live with this physical pain, I have to find a way to beat this shit in my brain, too.
*hugs*
And what is normal, anyhow?