I don't know how many people I have slept with (men and women). I have gone long spells without sex, but I truly believe that I am a sex addict.
I sometimes dream that I am a child being willingly and happily abused. I think something happened to me when I was very young but I have managed to suppress it rather too effectively. I don't know if my promiscuity is related to this - it wouldn't surprise me if it was.
I haven't had more than 2-3 hours' proper sleep a night for more years than I care to count. The lack of sleep is driving me crazy (I am constantly exhausted, develop weird tics, see things that aren't there, talk aloud to myself, and hit myself and scratch at my face but cover the marks with makeup) but I can't seem to break the cycle.
I think about committing suicide at least once a day and have done since I was 6/7yo. I have made a couple of attempts in the past but have been foiled each time. I don't think I will follow through with it but it gives me comfort to think that I could if I wanted to.
I work in a very well-respected profession. I have been addicted to prescription painkillers the whole time. I sometimes mix these with other over-the-counter painkillers and/or alcohol. I do this to dull myself to the world - otherwise, the world seems like too much to handle. Yet, to everyone else, I'm extremely diligent and competent.
I am constantly approached and told by others how slim and beautiful I am (this is not a stealth boast, by the way - it happens all the bloody time, both strangers and people I know), yet all I see in the mirror is a fat person with yellow teeth, horrid skin, saggy breasts and a flabby stretch-marked stomach. I smile and say thank you, even though all I want to do is curl up in a ball and cry each time it happens.
I am a mess.