I have many issues.
“Many” could be an understatement, but i’ve dealt with most of them but the majority still lingers.
I’ve self control issues, I’ve self loathing issues, I’ve issues that have no description.
I’ve hated more about myself than anyone could imagine. i’ve hated my mind,even at times it seems to be the only thing that works; works against me, but working in some form for me.
I struggle to deal with many things, but i get on with it, i’ve never been one to self destruct, thats always came as a result of previous incarnations of depression and self loathing, but i get through it.
I don’t know where this comes from, I’ve been doing so well. It just suddenly flooded back, from some unknown place. I compartmentalize a lot, and I have a process of not dealing with my problems. I put them in a box and it goes into the back of my mind, and I deal with someone else’s problems because in some way, they are much more easier to fix than mine will ever be.
