Last weekend I got wildly drunk and was enjoying myself for once. It was one of the only times where I didn't feel like death was my only way to feel tranquility. But I accidentally told someone about my recent diagnosis and it shocked them, and they went and talked to my ex about it. 

My ex and I agreed to disguise the reasons we broke up because I was humiliated–it was my fault cuz I'm awful. 

I'm just worried people will see through the lie and figure out how terrible I am and everyone will turn against me and hate me.