Inferdan
Meeting the first minor relapse after recovery
- Nov 3, 2019
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I don't know much anymore. I've been spiraling down for quite some time now, and everything has just been hurting more and more as time has gone on. The contractions on the left side of my head spreading across the side of my face, the confusion and feelings intensifying, and actually losing meaning of, well, everything.
Then one day, I'm sitting in class, trying my best to stay awake and pay attention, when I feel something snap in my head, and suddenly I'm awake, and the depression was gone. The stress was still there, and the head pains, but I wasn't feeling as horrible as before.
I'm going around, talking to friends, doing life, and it wasn't bad for once. Not good, either, but it didn't require much drive. I thought I was good...for good.
This went on for around a week when I felt the chill mood waver. I quickly dismissed it, thinking it was nothing but a passing pang of annoyance. Then, it gradually got worse. I felt horrible for more days of the week, and my thoughts were a bit darker than they were before. Thinking it was because I was still visiting this forum, I stopped coming here, thinking that it would help.
It kept getting worse and worse, my work dropping, and my mood low. The stress and anxiety was spiking, so much so that I've started shaking my head randomly and saying no whenever I have a stressful thought. There are moments when I don't feel like being around my friends, and others when I don't know how to act. I don't pay much attention to many things, and just nod and agree with what others say.
And now, I'm lost. It's worse than ever before. Anything I think counteracts itself with an opposing thought, and conversations play by themselves in my head. I feel hollow, yet I can still feel. I can think well, yet my mind is a mess. Maybe it's real, maybe its not. Maybe I'm going crazy. Maybe I'm just overthinking it. Mathe everything is fine, just a phase, like everyone says. Death seems nice, yet it isn't. Everything has duality in it. It is good and bad. Fuck, I sound crazy. I'm considering going to therapy again, but i already know what will happen. I've been there countless of times. Maybe i could try something else. Maybe I shouldn't. I don't know what's good for me anymore. I don't know much more but to play along. Keep pretending and pretending as I always have done. I feel like i should say something to end this, but idk what would be adequate, so I'll just stop now, before I go on and make myself look worse upstairs than I probably am right now.
Then one day, I'm sitting in class, trying my best to stay awake and pay attention, when I feel something snap in my head, and suddenly I'm awake, and the depression was gone. The stress was still there, and the head pains, but I wasn't feeling as horrible as before.
I'm going around, talking to friends, doing life, and it wasn't bad for once. Not good, either, but it didn't require much drive. I thought I was good...for good.
This went on for around a week when I felt the chill mood waver. I quickly dismissed it, thinking it was nothing but a passing pang of annoyance. Then, it gradually got worse. I felt horrible for more days of the week, and my thoughts were a bit darker than they were before. Thinking it was because I was still visiting this forum, I stopped coming here, thinking that it would help.
It kept getting worse and worse, my work dropping, and my mood low. The stress and anxiety was spiking, so much so that I've started shaking my head randomly and saying no whenever I have a stressful thought. There are moments when I don't feel like being around my friends, and others when I don't know how to act. I don't pay much attention to many things, and just nod and agree with what others say.
And now, I'm lost. It's worse than ever before. Anything I think counteracts itself with an opposing thought, and conversations play by themselves in my head. I feel hollow, yet I can still feel. I can think well, yet my mind is a mess. Maybe it's real, maybe its not. Maybe I'm going crazy. Maybe I'm just overthinking it. Mathe everything is fine, just a phase, like everyone says. Death seems nice, yet it isn't. Everything has duality in it. It is good and bad. Fuck, I sound crazy. I'm considering going to therapy again, but i already know what will happen. I've been there countless of times. Maybe i could try something else. Maybe I shouldn't. I don't know what's good for me anymore. I don't know much more but to play along. Keep pretending and pretending as I always have done. I feel like i should say something to end this, but idk what would be adequate, so I'll just stop now, before I go on and make myself look worse upstairs than I probably am right now.