I’m posting this as a reminder to myself. I have anhedonia. About 3 years or so, I lost an 8 year friendship because of my bpd/choices/actions. I was disgusting, hateful, and in my mind downright evil. I got to the point where I didn’t see any reason to keep going. I genuinely thought about dying daily. Because what was the point after all the bad things I did. I eventually threw myself into BG3 and met quite a few of its yume/self shippers. They were so lovely and kind. I found a tiny spark of joy that I’ve been holding onto ever since. Gortash did something I can’t explain, but seeing people who loved him and Durge made me think I was still capable of being loved too. I was capable of being better. Maybe I didn’t deserve to be punished for the rest of my life.
When my depression gets bad, I spiral and feel like there’s literally no reason to live. I want to be able to remind myself it’s only temporary. Things can get better. It’s okay to find love through the little things. Even if it’s just fiction.