I would have very vivid imaginary of ripping and peeling off my flesh down to the bone using my short nails, tearing myself apart like the utter disgrace I am until there’s nothing left.
It’s constant and entirely impulsive, I could be sitting down one moment and the next in a trance with the most gorey depiction of myself playing in my mind.
I notice I easily would burst into tears randomly, like no depressive thoughts yet I would suddenly start crying and spiralling into such thoughts with no trigger. Utterly none, could’ve had the most happiest moment ever just to end up needing to die the next moment.
I’m mentally degrading? Maybe the loneliness is getting a bit too much. Total social isolation.
It’s constant and entirely impulsive, I could be sitting down one moment and the next in a trance with the most gorey depiction of myself playing in my mind.
I notice I easily would burst into tears randomly, like no depressive thoughts yet I would suddenly start crying and spiralling into such thoughts with no trigger. Utterly none, could’ve had the most happiest moment ever just to end up needing to die the next moment.
I’m mentally degrading? Maybe the loneliness is getting a bit too much. Total social isolation.
