I’ve had BDD for a good few years. It’s affected everything. I’ve avoided connection, love, the outside world - just to feel safe. And yet, in the inside its is still nauseating to sit with. Sometimes (most of the time) I wonder what I did to deserve this. The way I look, the way I think, what bad luck I have to deal with.
I want to end this wallowing. I can’t progress in life with this holding me back. Just doing the things I’m scared of, like even going outside, gets me sobbing myself to sleep. I’ve even attempted suicide when it felt truly hopeless. Now, I want hope. It feels endless but I don’t want it to be.
Anyone who has faced this, know about it, even just a bit - please offer some advice. As to how to cope. How I can set myself free.
PS: Getting professional help is an option, but given the social stigma - I would like to explore that later. However, I’m well aware it is necessary. I will do it, but I would like to hear other coping methods.
Thank you.