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Sometimes I look in the mirror and just stare at myself. I overanalyze every part of me. I always overanalyze everything. I think too much, and I know my thoughts and attention to detail will eventually lead to my demise. I don't know how that will happen, but I'm sure of it. My attention to detail has always bothered me. Because of it, the most mundane, unnoticeable things drive me insane. I can't go one second without having a plethora of thoughts flooding my head. It feels like a shipwreck in my mind, and the only way out is to swim to the surface, except I have no limbs. Yes. That's how I feel. Limbless and helpless. I sometimes forget just how severe the trauma I endured was. I practically got raped by my own father, I've attempted to kill myself and take my life over ten times, and more. I have a whole personality disorder because of said trauma. I've been told to not let my trauma and/or disorder define me, but that's hard to do when the trauma has sh...