ta2032New Contributor
I'm Lost
Hi...
I don't know why I signed up to this forum. I think I just need some place to get everything off of my chest. Even just writing this is making me not feel so... alone.
There are just... so many things that aren't normal with me. I am depressed. I have social anxiety which prevents me from forming relationships with anyone unless I have time to mentally prepare myself. I have mild agoraphobia which means that I can leave my safe spaces, but I need time to prepare, and even then I feel terrified and have to go through my calming exercises. It took me 7 months to go to a cafe across the street from where I worked. I have very little control over my emotions. I can jump between depressed, furious, annoyed, and "neutral". I get paranoid, and I'm even starting to have hallucinations (though, as these are mainly of massive spiders, I have a suspicion that the hallucinations are unrelated to anything). My weight fluctuates dramatically based on how well I can force myself to work up to my "neutral" state. I have zero self-esteem, mainly because I haven't been at a comfortable weight... ever, but also because I have no social exposure. The only partners that I've had have been long distance ones where I could throw a wall between us, and blame stupid things like timezones or "being busy" when I wasn't able to participate in an emotional connection.
I can't keep control over my emotions. One moment I am happy, and the next I will be bawling, and the trigger can be something so small, so innocuous. The most recent example was during work - a colleague was talking to my supervisor, and I immediately shut down and became swamped in anger and self-loathing. I burst into silent sobs for the next ten minutes at my desk. I tried to pretend it wasn't happening, but when people came over to check on me, they would invariably touch my shoulder, and that just sent off another cascade of tears.
I was diagnosed with depression when I was 11. I stopped taking my medication with assistance from my doctor by the time I was 13. When I was 21 I went to a new doctor (my old one retired) and was told that I would be prescribed new medication as soon as a series of tests were done. The upside of that was, after four visits where I told my doctor that my depression was becoming a problem, I found out that I had a duplex collecting system. I went to see a new doctor because I thought that my old one wasn't taking me seriously. When I asked for a copy of my medical records, I saw that despite saying for the last three months that I needed help, there was no mention of depression. Just that I wore casual clothes, was overweight, and had frequent measurable hot flushes.
My new doctor had me complete a K10 and then see a therapist, because (he claims) that's what Medicare forces him to do when someone he hasn't treated in the past requests anti-depressants. The therapist decided to focus on why I have panic attacks when I'm in hot, crowded spaces surrounded by alcohol. I couldn't even start to direct him towards helping me with what I went to talk with him about.
For the past three years, I have been yoyoing between melancholy and deep depression. Only my family knows. I've become extremely good at lying and pretending that I can feel any sort happiness that my colleagues have described me as "bright", "happy", and even "vivacious". But at the time, nothing can be further from the truth.
I keep trying my hardest to deal with people. There was a celebration booked for tonight, and I said I would go. I even paid the catering fee. Two days ago I told someone else who would have been welcome to attend that they were welcome to take my place (J further on). They asked me why and I lied and said I had a job interview. I got a message on facebook from another person (C further on) saying "THANKS FOR TELLING ME YOU AREN'T COMMING". For once, I managed to close the tab before I blew up at them over how it wasn't any of their business if I was attending or not, and that given that I had already paid for a party where there was no limit on the number of people who could attend, at worst it meant that people would have more food and more space.
As I am writing this post, I got a message from J, telling me how much C wanted me to be there, which just makes me feel guilty, as if I am impacting on their enjoyment of the evening by not being there, but I just can't pretend to be happy for them anymore. I'm just so tired of doing it.
I've reached a black spot in my life once more. The contract for my job ended recently, and nowhere that I apply to even wants to give me a second look. I can't even get an entry level position at McDonalds.
I don't know how to cope. I think I'm going crazy, and I have nothing to hold on to anymore.
Anyway... if you've read this far, I've taken up enough of your time. Thank you for reading this. Just getting this down in writing has helped to lift a massive weight.