teks: POCD has made my life a living hellIt’s become sort of a vicious cycle, I wake up every few days with a new way to try to convince myself I’m a horrible person. Usually I’m able to keep it contained, even joke about it but every week or so, I cry my eyes out. I consider my own suicide as an option, before coming to the scarier realization that I’m scared of dying, only using this as a reason to reinforce that I’m a bad person. I haven’t been able to be proud of my own achievements in so long, because it all feels undeserved. I don’t know why I’m making this post right now, maybe it’s a cry for help? But I don’t think I deserve that either.
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