Alexithymia
November 29th, 2010, 02:00 AM
I'm not sure what's going on right now. I'm classifying this as a mental crisis because of my reaction when I figured something out. (Didn't go to the razor! A bit proud of myself.) I'm gonna start from the beginning, which means this will include a bunch of topics from VT.
A few months ago, I realized I was gay. I was okay with it, I guess, but I just wanted to be normal. I decided on a date that I would tell my friend, and amazingly I did. He took in exceptionally well, and I soon got over my fear of others finding out I was gay. I was only depressed when I knew that someone who was perfect for me would never love me back. It truly sucked. (21st was the date I joined VT, and originally I joined because I wanted to get help with the whole depression/gay thing.)
A few weeks ago I became more depressed. It was hopeless. Useless. Nothing was worth it. My friends sucked. They became distant, or rather I did. I tried to immerse myself back in socially (last Monday) and that didn't turn out too well. Over Thanksgiving break I became probably close to the most depressed I've been. I move the futon over to the front of the TV and just watched TV. I didn't get on my computer much the first or second night. When I did get on, I got on VT or World of Warcraft most of the time (with Ventrilo up, of course) and just messed around. Then Wednesday or Thursday night, I cut myself. Four times on the arm. I enjoyed the pain and the relief I got. Too much. I started cutting a lot.
The mental crisis part comes in here now. (This was tonight) I just cut myself again, and I was taking a shower so I didn't have to in the morning. I thought to the future, and I realized soon I was going to have my physical. I sighed, it sucked normally, but not too much as a hassle. Then I remember the the doctor would see the scars. I kind of fell over (or squatted/sat) and started hyperventilating. What would I do? Then I thought about gym and track, both where I would change, both where I would be made fun of. The rest of this night I was just freaking out, and my memory has been failing a lot. I'm not able to keep my train of thought for more than 5 minutes. I'm not able to remember what I just did. I'm not able to keep track of time, at all. I remember freaking out about something else, but now I forget what it is I freaked out about. I'm insomniac right now.
Sorry about the long post. I know that it seems like I'm probably just crying out for attention, and on some sub-conscious level I probably am. I don't know where else to go and I'm starting to get worried now. I'm just going to end this and hope for the best. (And don't tell me that it's late at night, I always think the clearest at night.)
A few months ago, I realized I was gay. I was okay with it, I guess, but I just wanted to be normal. I decided on a date that I would tell my friend, and amazingly I did. He took in exceptionally well, and I soon got over my fear of others finding out I was gay. I was only depressed when I knew that someone who was perfect for me would never love me back. It truly sucked. (21st was the date I joined VT, and originally I joined because I wanted to get help with the whole depression/gay thing.)
A few weeks ago I became more depressed. It was hopeless. Useless. Nothing was worth it. My friends sucked. They became distant, or rather I did. I tried to immerse myself back in socially (last Monday) and that didn't turn out too well. Over Thanksgiving break I became probably close to the most depressed I've been. I move the futon over to the front of the TV and just watched TV. I didn't get on my computer much the first or second night. When I did get on, I got on VT or World of Warcraft most of the time (with Ventrilo up, of course) and just messed around. Then Wednesday or Thursday night, I cut myself. Four times on the arm. I enjoyed the pain and the relief I got. Too much. I started cutting a lot.
The mental crisis part comes in here now. (This was tonight) I just cut myself again, and I was taking a shower so I didn't have to in the morning. I thought to the future, and I realized soon I was going to have my physical. I sighed, it sucked normally, but not too much as a hassle. Then I remember the the doctor would see the scars. I kind of fell over (or squatted/sat) and started hyperventilating. What would I do? Then I thought about gym and track, both where I would change, both where I would be made fun of. The rest of this night I was just freaking out, and my memory has been failing a lot. I'm not able to keep my train of thought for more than 5 minutes. I'm not able to remember what I just did. I'm not able to keep track of time, at all. I remember freaking out about something else, but now I forget what it is I freaked out about. I'm insomniac right now.
Sorry about the long post. I know that it seems like I'm probably just crying out for attention, and on some sub-conscious level I probably am. I don't know where else to go and I'm starting to get worried now. I'm just going to end this and hope for the best. (And don't tell me that it's late at night, I always think the clearest at night.)