My wife confronted me about some of the dishonest and destructive things I've done when I'm in pain. I was forced to face the fact that many/most of these behaviors are irrational (apart from the fact that they are desperate acts of an apparently desperate mind). I am reeling as I try to make sense of these things. The self I am (right now) can't seem to identify with the 'self' who does/did these things. Even so, I know it was me; I remember doing those things on purpose. But, my actions don’t fit with either my personality or my common sense. I am nauseated and afraid to think that “this” is really me; without help, or well-managed medication, or structure… this is really me. I thought I knew myself better than this.
Joined: 04-04-2009