and that’s on bpd 🫡

and that’s on religion being a debilitating disease

And yet, the stress of thinking I was doomed to eternal hell for my inner thoughts never being “good enough” for God, made me want to d-e. Again, I was 12 years old.

I wasn’t mutilated for my religion, I wasn’t banished from my family, I didn’t have insane religious rules or expectations, just the normal ones that come with being “Christian.” I wasn’t a bad kid, I had never had alcohol or drugs, I was an A student, and participated in extracurriculars.

this is cannot possibly be the society I saw myself impacting in a positive way

Your wife being a veterinarian and cheering on how you kill magnificent animals is just as despicable.