Hi I'm a mid 20s woman from North America. I found this place looking for somewhere were I could safely express my thoughts and feelings. I am posting because I experienced a self harm relapse this week and I'm just tired of living in suffering and want to try talking with people who will understand. I have self harmed since I was 14, or maybe younger. Back then, the abuse I experienced at home drove me to cutting. Now I am an adult in a relationship trying to build a career. It feels like a double life where I go and pretend to have it all together, but my partner knows best how I'm barely managing staying alive. I also suffer from suicidal ideation. I still fully don't understand my own reasoning for self harm. It's like I just collapse under the weight of everything. Sometimes it feels like punishment for myself, other times a cry for help, and other times a reward. If that makes sense. I'm actually really really lucky and happy with my current job, I get to do something I enjoy which is a rare gift in this world. But going to work is still very hard for me because I'm so socially anxious. I spent 3 years working from home with extremely minimal interactions with others besides my partner and some of their family. After work, I often ruminate on all of my interactions and obsess over why I may be excluded. I wake up and don't want to exist or be seen by anyone, I just want to rot. It's a contradiction but knowing that doesn't help. My partner is negatively affected by my constantly swinging moods, crisis, and of course the self harm and suicidal thoughts affects them negatively as well. I want to feel better, but I've had no luck with medical professionals. Therapists told me I was too difficult. Often when I would come to appointments it was painful to expose myself to a stranger and it felt like they never understood what I was saying to them. Why I wanted help. Always awkward never helpful. Last time they told me they thought I was autistic but that they (and no one else they could refer me to) could help me with that. Research led me to think that was likely accurate and could explain difficulties with conventional therapy and reciprocal communication with a therapist. A year later I tried again, with an autistic therapist I found online through zoom. It all felt pointless and I never felt better after sessions. After that (around 2021) I gave up. Increased agoraphobia ensued and I haven't had the spirit to try again. Then this last March my best friend suddenly passed away due to complications from her mild COVID infection. I miss her so much and I'm horrified by the injustice of what happened to her. I feel so much more alone in this world. I'm suffering. Every day. It takes such a toll on my partner who I love so much which compounds it all and makes me feel like a burden. Sometimes I feel like I'm in a place of all or nothing and once I eventually lose the things that have made my life have meaning (as opposed to my terrible abusive upbringing) like my partner, my cats, or my work that I will finally commit to ending it... Or maybe just the perception. Like sometimes when my partner and I argue I imagine we are at the end and it's inevitable we are going to break up and if that happens I just end my life. Circles like that. I don't know how to get better. I imagine I'm a complicated case and I wasn't able to get help from a doctor either. They just ask what I do for a living and when it seems like I'm functional enough, regardless of what I tell them, they just tell me to reduce work stress. When I told them what my therapist said about autism they say "you don't look autistic to me". I don't think autism is my primary problem, but it does affect my socializing and I am prone to being overwhelmed and having meltdowns. In combo with the suicidal thoughts and everything else it's probably a wild cocktail that it feels like no one understands or wants to deal with. My partner is so patient but we've been together for many years and I can see the compassion fading and the resentment growing stronger. Sometimes I think they deserve so much better. Sometimes I resent them for not handling it well enough, like when we argue and it doesn't feel fair. I keep spiraling in the middle of the night. I abuse substances to avoid spiraling in the middle of the day. I need help but it doesn't feel like help exists. I'm even willing to help myself, and I've made strides accommodating some of my needs and avoiding some triggers but it just ends there. Does it get better? Am I doomed because of who I was born in the care of? Am I going to lose the few things in this world that make me truly happy because my brain is permanently damaged from the abuse or fundamentally not functioning as it should? If you got this far thank you for reading.