Anonymous wrote:Exactly a year ago, I posted on this forum saying that I was diagnosed with BPD and frequently felt lonely. I’ve deteriorated a lot since then, and I guess I’ve become a “failure to launch” now. Here’s the situation:
I’m currently 24. I was born in an East Asian country and moved to the US with my parents when I was 5. I moved around a lot as a kid, and I attended three different high schools all in varying parts of the country due to my parents’ frequent moves.
I attended an Ivy for college, where I made exactly zero friends (part of that was due to COVID, but also part of it was due to my unhappiness at the competitive, cutthroat culture at my Ivy). When I graduated college, I got an offer at a prestigious MBB consulting company in DC.
Cue my quarter life crisis. I hated everything about my consulting job, and I also really resented the fact that I had exactly zero people I kept in touch with from my childhood, high school, and college. I hated living in a city as transient as DC, which was difficult for me as someone who had no social connections.
I don’t want to sound woe is me since on paper, my life seems pretty great: Ivy degree, prestigious consulting job, student loans all paid off, etc. But… woe really is me.
I got extremely depressed when I moved to DC and started my job, and my suicidal ideation intensified. Going to therapy and taking meds was useless for me (as is the case for a lot of people with BPD), and I eventually got fired from my job back in January because I was ill-suited for such an intense, competitive environment.
After I got fired in January, I moved back home with my parents, where I’m subjected to daily shame (a cornerstone of Asian parenting).
I’ve never really found “my people” so to speak. It wasn’t in college or high school, and it wasn’t at work at my MBB firm. It’s certainly not with my parents, who (like many Asian parents) are critical and controlling.
My old therapist in DC dumped me, and my new therapist (based in my parents’ city) diagnosed me with “extreme BPD.” She asked me how I would describe myself to other people…. And I couldn’t think of any words besides “bright and hard working.”
That’s when it hit me that I had such a weak sense of self, and such little idea of who I really am as a person, that the only words I could come up with to describe myself were “smart and hardworking.” My therapist reiterated to me that it’s difficult to be friends or coworkers with someone who has such a weak sense of self and doesn’t really know who they are.
I guess this can all be traced back to the fact that my entire life was a hamster wheel of achievement, and creating close relationships was never something that was deemed important to me. I feel lost, lonely, isolated, and deeply alienated from society.
I have to admit that I frequently dream about jumping off a bridge — and before you tell me otherwise, no, therapy hasn’t helped resolve this.
Has anyone else been in this situation?
Anonymous wrote:This is what happens you guzzle western boss girl capitalist achievement culture bs full speed for 20+ years.
You need to unplug from the matrix and find your own identity. Muh ivy, muh MBB, these are all corporate drone tools. Your parents were singularly obsessed with achievement and financial stability with no sense of true identity or self worth.
Have you ever considered that you don't have BPD? Do you really trust these endless faceless mental health professionals and therapists? Do you ever wonder why the first thing people advise is "get a therapist?"
Everything you have slaved for is built on lies and illusion. The fact that you unironically believed and worked so hard for shallow externalities is now manifesting itself. Along the way you didn't make friends or build any meaningful relationships.
Do with this information what you will.
Anonymous wrote:OP - I'm the same person on all today's posts. I really do hope you find your way. Take baby steps, don't have grand expectations
Story- when I had a bout of depression earlier in my life, I followed a friend's advice to go to the gym every day....and I'd have an inner dialogue of "friend" says go to the gym so I am going to do that". It was a good thing to do - exercise is always good - but I'll be honest that it did not make me feel better (perhaps it kept me from feeling worse....and it certainly gave me some purpose and something beneficial to do with my time). But I still was depressed and I just kept going.
Don't fall into a trap where you stop doing "a good thing to do" because it didn't have a noticeable bump to your mood. You have to think of it as a marathon - tell yourself I'm going to just keep doing the "good things I should do for myself" (which include exercise, sleep, seeking social outlets, trying new things) and over time eventually something changes (and you don't even notice what it was) and you slowly come out of that tunnel.
You are fighting many years of what has been a mentally abusive situation and lost yourself. It can take time - but you can do it. Go out and explore the world to find what you like.
Anonymous wrote:You should stop thinking too much about yourself and start helping others who are less fortunate, by helping others you will find yourself.
People are different that is why they give you conflicting advice.
Anonymous wrote:OP here. The range of comments here stymies me even further. I have people telling me to go to more therapy and less therapy. I have people telling me to make friends at church, make friends among other Asian Americans, and make friends in the local house music scene. I have people telling me that I seem self aware and articulate, and people telling me that I am probably a difficult person to be friends with.
One thing is clear though — I should probably move out of my parents’ house and get any sort of job.
Honestly I regret posting this. All the different advice makes me feel more confused.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Is there a church or cultural connection you could explore? I feel like you could find another introverted person from your same East Asian background to date. Easier said than done, I get it. But you’d gain esteem in your family probably and have a person at your side who really understands your struggles.
What’s the equivalent of a “nice Jewish boy?” Get yourself one of those.
Noooooo. A man is not the solution to "I don't know myself" or "I don't have any friends" or "I am not successful.
Please, OP, date if you want but don't get in a committed relationship until you have worked on yourself a bit.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:OP here. The range of comments here stymies me even further. I have people telling me to go to more therapy and less therapy. I have people telling me to make friends at church, make friends among other Asian Americans, and make friends in the local house music scene. I have people telling me that I seem self aware and articulate, and people telling me that I am probably a difficult person to be friends with.
One thing is clear though — I should probably move out of my parents’ house and get any sort of job.
Honestly I regret posting this. All the different advice makes me feel more confused.
This post is so typical of BPD. Textbook.