And it's only when I'm around my husband that I get triggered. I can't talk. I want to do bad behaviours like drinking and cutting. And I have suicidal ideations, often. I can't stop it. I'm in counseling. I'm finding groups to attend. I'm starting to reconnect with friends. And my husband left me. It's recent. And I feel like my life is over. I've been hospitalised so many times in recent months. I'm tired of it, of all of this. It's not fair. Sometimes I feel like a hurting child, or a teenager who ran away from home. But I'm supposed to be this big grown up, only, I don't have grown-up skills. I've done the DBT classes. I've been to therapy. It's not working, it's not helping, I feel helpless and alone and scared. Help? Here's the most unlikely place for getting help. Online, of all places. And those stupid hotlines? Even a crisis phone line or a warm line. They're all crap. When I'm impulsive and angry, there's no way I'm going to stand talking to a stranger about helping me not to cut my self. I've tried. Little to no family around to help me. Barely any friends who know about this. Well, all our friends were really my husbands' friends, and they are siding with him because they don't understand my actions and behaviours, things I've done. I don't understand them either but I do them any way. No matter how many times I try to think positive, negative wins. "I deserve to be loved, I deserve to be happy, I deserve" blah, blah, blah. It's not working. It's not working. It's not working. And then I start to repeat myself and I know I'm really sick. Of course, I've read that this is not an illness but a disorder, and it can be treated. Why do all these stupid random people want to keep me from killing myself? Just wanting to undo the mistake of my birth. End the pain. But hasn't worked yet, so I have to go on another miserable day. Get a job again some day. I used to have a career, back when I had coping skills. But then I forgot. Forgot how to be happy, lost my self, my identity, my self worth, my everything. And it's not fair. It's not fair. It's just not fair. I know I'm smart, intelligent even. I have the capacity for self-expression. He didn't marry me for nothing, but I feel worthless, unlovable, horrid. I'm a horrible person even though I help people, bring joy to others, cuddle babies, cause people to smile, am multi-lingual, tres talented. But I'm a horrible horrible person. I even used to model. Did professional photography. It all doesn't matter. I have to die some day. Help is far. Few in between.