Repo The Stereo
December 10th, 2010, 11:55 PM
Well, it's pretty sad because I know now for a fact that I am a clinically acclaimed "Schizophrenic" and my therapist is dying to pick apart my brain because i've never been treated for anything like this before.
Heh, the thought of being given heavy sedatives are not looking too good for me right now. I am NOT a happy camper.
I am at my wits end. I just want some reassurance i'm not alone.
It seems like I always feel as if I am.
I don't see people. I see movement. Tons of movement. I never know if it is real.
People ARE out to get me. I always feel like I am speaking out loud or someone knows more than I do and that terrifies me.
I fear the unknown. I fear everything.
I have hypersensitive hearing/sight. Loud noises and some pitches of voice simply make me feel like my ears are bleeding. Bright lights and some shades of blue make my eyes water.
Cameras are placed throughout my house.
No voices...thank God.
I can live out three hours of my day and play the whole thing in my head, and then randomly snap back into reality and realize I have not even gotten out of bed yet to begin my day.
Time seems to go so slow for me... Hmm.
In the summer, I don't go outside from 3pm to 7pm. The sun has cast shadows that hover about a foot off the ground.
Did I mention blackouts? I was told I had a seizure once, but most of the time I am fully functional, and completely unable to remember giant gaps of my day.
I cannot remember anymore anything before my 10th year of age. I'm 19 now btw.
Conversations with people, things I was doing, people I was with...poof. I forget and don't remember even being there.
I have to get others to reinact the whole scenerio to help. They say I am able to respond perfectly, I am just...not myself.
Heh, the funniest part about all of this is. I know I am insane. I hate it. I would KILL to not go through this stuff. And yet, I see all these whiney little kids complaining that their significant other has just broke up with them and they are depressed and think they have bipolar disorder and cut themselves about it.
Not ranting on any specific person, but everyone has experienced someone like this.
You know if you have real problems, and you know you'd do anything to make them go away.
What do people like me and you do?
We deal.
"There are no bad hands, there are only bad card players."
So I must ask, am I alone in this?
Heh, the thought of being given heavy sedatives are not looking too good for me right now. I am NOT a happy camper.
I am at my wits end. I just want some reassurance i'm not alone.
It seems like I always feel as if I am.
I don't see people. I see movement. Tons of movement. I never know if it is real.
People ARE out to get me. I always feel like I am speaking out loud or someone knows more than I do and that terrifies me.
I fear the unknown. I fear everything.
I have hypersensitive hearing/sight. Loud noises and some pitches of voice simply make me feel like my ears are bleeding. Bright lights and some shades of blue make my eyes water.
Cameras are placed throughout my house.
No voices...thank God.
I can live out three hours of my day and play the whole thing in my head, and then randomly snap back into reality and realize I have not even gotten out of bed yet to begin my day.
Time seems to go so slow for me... Hmm.
In the summer, I don't go outside from 3pm to 7pm. The sun has cast shadows that hover about a foot off the ground.
Did I mention blackouts? I was told I had a seizure once, but most of the time I am fully functional, and completely unable to remember giant gaps of my day.
I cannot remember anymore anything before my 10th year of age. I'm 19 now btw.
Conversations with people, things I was doing, people I was with...poof. I forget and don't remember even being there.
I have to get others to reinact the whole scenerio to help. They say I am able to respond perfectly, I am just...not myself.
Heh, the funniest part about all of this is. I know I am insane. I hate it. I would KILL to not go through this stuff. And yet, I see all these whiney little kids complaining that their significant other has just broke up with them and they are depressed and think they have bipolar disorder and cut themselves about it.
Not ranting on any specific person, but everyone has experienced someone like this.
You know if you have real problems, and you know you'd do anything to make them go away.
What do people like me and you do?
We deal.
"There are no bad hands, there are only bad card players."
So I must ask, am I alone in this?