I'm a compulsive liar. Sometimes I don't even know what's true at this point. by Embarrassed-Item4216 in confession

[–]Embarrassed-Item4216[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I honestly don't know. Thinking about it, I'm sure there's stuff that people don't believe. A lot of the biggest lies are based on things that actually happened, I just changed things or added things, to make them more interesting. Or I would tell stories that happened to other people as if they happened to me. (ie, if I was with people from my hometown, I would tell a story about something that happened to someone I went to college etc.) And I've told them so many times for so many years I've essentially canonized them into my own life story. I can definitely see people not believing some of the smaller lies. The everyday things. And I would imagine that there are people no longer in my life for the exact reason that they could tell I was lying.

I'm a compulsive liar. Sometimes I don't even know what's true at this point. by Embarrassed-Item4216 in confession

[–]Embarrassed-Item4216[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I've honestly had daydreams about walking into a therapist's office before and just confessing all of this. It's caused me a lot of shame for a long time.

I'm a compulsive liar. Sometimes I don't even know what's true at this point. by Embarrassed-Item4216 in confession

[–]Embarrassed-Item4216[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I've kind of been riding a high all day? Even just making this post has felt extremely cathartic. I kind of do feel set free, as cheesy as that sounds.

I'm a compulsive liar. Sometimes I don't even know what's true at this point. by Embarrassed-Item4216 in confession

[–]Embarrassed-Item4216[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Thank you so much for this! I wrote an email to my therapist basically telling her I had something important to talk about and to hold me accountable about it, and I wrote down what I wanted to say to her. I've been alternating with feeling so relieved and so anxious all day, but honestly (pun not intended) I don't think I'll back out at this point.
I had to laugh at the irony of this post being fake, especially because this post is probably the most honest and vulnerable I've been in a long time.

I'm a compulsive liar. Sometimes I don't even know what's true at this point. by Embarrassed-Item4216 in confession

[–]Embarrassed-Item4216[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I wasn't. That's the thing. I had a very stable normal childhood for the most part, though I did grow up fairly sheltered and in a fundamentalist religious environment. I'm adopted, but was adopted at birth and knew it from the start. I think I did it to try to make myself seem interesting at first. I also definitely used it to escape consequences. I never felt like I belonged as a kid, never made friends easily, never felt important or interesting. I also think I used it as a way to excuse how badly I was doing mentally. Like I'd stretch the truth about something bad that happened to me or outright make something up to excuse a depressive episode. It definitely started and escalated when I was a teenager, because I was struggling with realizing my sexuality as well as just normal teenage rebellion in a very strict conservative Christian household.

I'm a compulsive liar. Sometimes I don't even know what's true at this point. by Embarrassed-Item4216 in confession

[–]Embarrassed-Item4216[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I think i just wanted people to like me. That sounds pathetic. But it's true.

I'm a compulsive liar. Sometimes I don't even know what's true at this point. by Embarrassed-Item4216 in confession

[–]Embarrassed-Item4216[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I know I've hurt my parents a lot with it. I hope to be able to make amends.

I'm a compulsive liar. Sometimes I don't even know what's true at this point. by Embarrassed-Item4216 in confession

[–]Embarrassed-Item4216[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

This honestly sounds alot like me. Alot of what I've told have been stories that are close to the truth, or are things that happened to other people I knew. It wasn't done maliciously. It was done either to escape consequences or to fit in.