Lch86238Casual Contributor
Do I need help? My long and confusing story
Good evening,
I don’t really know where to start. I found this forum while I was browsing the Internet today and spent quite a bit of time reading the articles in it.
I also don’t know if it’s a very good idea to write something in here, as I’m not diagnosed with any mental illness at all, but I thought it might be worth a try (If this is the wrong place to post something like this, just let me know). I’m a female in my mid-twenties and originally from a not English speaking country in Europe, so please excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes I’m making…
The reason why I was browsing this website was that I recently started thinking that something’s going seriously wrong in my life. The past few years everything has been very good for me, but I have to start at the beginning I guess…
So when I was 12 years old my mum tried to commit suicide. She survived, got diagnosed with depression, was put on medication and got therapy. It all started then. One evening my dad, who I was never really going along with too well, openly blamed me for it. He told 12 year old me in my face that it was my fault. I didn’t understand what was going on or why, I just remember one thought I had that night: “I will never forget this and never forgive him for blaming me”.
I started harming myself a lot, nobody ever found out apart from one of my closest friends, he was the only person I could ever talk to about it and that made it a lot easier for me.
At the same time I started hanging out with the wrong kind of people, started drinking (not excessively though), had my first boyfriend who was 5 years older than me and was doing things with him I shouldn’t have done at that age. Sometimes he even made me do things I didn’t want to do. I made a lot of bad experiences with these people and got disappointed so many times, I just somehow couldn’t see that they were bad for me at that point. I lost quite a few of my other good friends because of them but I couldn’t really figure out who I wanted to be friends with somehow.
2 years later my mum was in a very bad way again, and made another (unsuccessful) suicide attempt. The relationship with my parents by then was so bad that I just tried to ignore what happened. We didn’t talk about it, at all. One of my mum’s psychotherapists was talking to all of us once, but I think she didn’t realise how much everything that was going on was hurting me. And I have always been pretty good at pretending I was fine. I never used to talk about my own troubles with people.
All in all – why shouldn’t I be fine: I had friends, was exceptionally good at school, had the best perspectives for my future blabla…
There were times when I swore after finishing high school I would go studying somewhere far away from home, having an apartment for myself just so I can harm myself without the risk of anybody finding out.
Things started to change for me though, I found the best partner in the world, I never stopped harming myself though, it just didn’t happen as often any more. My partner found out and tried to talk to me about it a few times, but eventually stopped because I told him I was fine and I was seeing somebody about it (which was a lie, I have never ever seen anybody about it…). After 5 years we broke up, not because of that, just because the relationship wasn’t working properly any more I think.
Funny enough it didn’t really make things worse for me at the time, only the first few weeks were hard.
At that time I didn’t have too many friends because it somehow got harder for me to make new friends and also maintain these friendships. I don’t know why, but my social skills somehow just vanished. Every time I would make a new friend I would do or say stupid things to ruin it or get mad at them just because they didn’t have time to hang out all the time or whatever else. Furthermore a lot of my friends at the time were actually my ex’s friends, so I didn’t really have contact with them anymore because I just couldn’t trust them.
I had finished uni by then and decided it was time for a change – I ended up coming to Australia where I have been for about two years now and where I’m most probably staying for another while.
The relationship between me and my parents only got worse and worse. By now they think I don’t care about them at all and there are indeed times when I really hate them. But at other times I just want to call home and apologize and tell them I love them.
What is really upsetting me at the moment is my own behaviour, I don’t know what’s wrong with me!
I started having casual sex or one night stands with a few of different men, some of them I hadn’t even met before. One of my good friends is cheating on his girlfriend with me and somehow I don’t even care what makes me feel even worse. At the same time I push everything that looks the slightest bit serious away. I tell everybody I don’t want another boyfriend at all, but at night I sit at home alone and cry myself to sleep because I just want somebody to trust and to talk with.
I’m still horrible at making new friends because I’m always caught somewhere between idealising them/getting to attached and mistrusting them.
I drink way too much on the weekends and behave like I was 18 again. Then I’m shattered during the week and start harming myself. I even thought about trying drugs but didn’t go that far because it’s simply madness…
There are days when I miss the few good friends I had back home so much. I just don’t have anybody over here I can really trust, and it makes life hard sometimes. Then I try to talk to the friends I got here but I just don’t want to bother them with it.
I know exactly I shouldn’t be doing what I think is wrong, but I just can’t help it somehow. It’s got a lot to do with the people I’m hanging out with as well I think, I just always want to fit in. I somehow don’t even know what sort of person I want to be any more.
At this stage, where I have achieved so many things in life I always wanted to achieve, I just don’t understand why I’m feeling so bad again at times.
It just seems to be getting worse and worse and I don’t have anybody to talk to about it, this is why I’m here I think.
Well, that was a long story and I just re-read it and don’t even know what to think about it myself. On the one hand it maybe sounds worse than it is, on the other hand I’m afraid I still left a lot of things out I just don’t want to tell.
Well, just tell me what you think about it and what you think I could/should do…
Thank you so much and good night!