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- Aug 18, 2020
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Recently something embarrassing happened to me. It is hard to evaluate on an objective scale how embarrassing it was. Maybe a 3 or 4 if the scale goes to ten. I told my friends about the incident and they told me noone would give any fuck about that and noone will probably remember. I won't describe the incident for the little off-chance someone could identify me which is in fact very unlikely.
Like there are different terms how I can describe what happened after the incident. Maybe meltdown, Chernobyl or going mental would describe it accurately.
I have no problem to admit that I am not fully sane. LIke something in my brain is not wired correctly, something is wrong connected and I am pretty convinced about that. I think it is at least better to be self-aware about that fact instead of denialism. Sometimes it is difficult to hide that fact. That is pretty disappointing for me. When I was hypomanic I was so articulate (partly this is still true), had a lot of self-esteem and I think sometimes even charisma. Noone could have thought I was mentally ill. Quite the opposite. I always had a great mood, made people laugh with witty joke, was attractive and had a high performance. Some people admired my intelligence. (more or less)
This ain't me anyomore. Self-isolation and very high neuroticism have destroyed me. In the past it was even way worse than now. But this recent event was a relapse in old patterns of behavior. Something similar happened to me when I was 15. People laughed about me at that day and this traumatized me. (In general the bullying.) This is one reason why my brain developed like this. In this manic state noone laughed about me because with very fast thinking I outpaced everyone.) This very fast thinking is still a thing. But it can be pretty torturous. Especially after my psychosis this was an unbelievable experience 24/7 extreme racing thoughts of self-loathing, contempt of my own and shame about my actions.
Compared with what other people do during their mania/psychosis my behavior is absolutely nothing. There are people who masturbate in the streets or a woman walked nude through the airport during psychosis. (the video went viral in the whole world - I feel sorry for her). I can remember almost everything I did during this periods of acute illness and still feel ashamed. Though it is very very likely noone remembers anything
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My brain does not understand that I am not the centre of the universe. I am just a random person for other people, people don't care for each other and as long as I don't smack other people in the face noone will remember me. I mean I also talked with my psychiatrist about some embarrassing behaviors I had. I think she has forgotten everything when we had our next meeting 4 weeks later. I mean she get paid a lot and forgets almost everything and even most parts about my suicidality.
I could not concentrate after this incident. I hope I will calm down soon. I ruminated a lot. This is extreme overthinking things. But talking about it helps. To write this down is kind of therapeutic. (As in general being in this "evil" suicide forum.) I can reflect about my thoughts, I recognize some of them are irrational and this gives a certain distance to my emotions.
Songs that resemble these feelings are Crawling or Heavy from Linkin Park.
I am still going nuts due to this incident. I interpret and analyze it over and over again. I just repeat I HATE MYELF,I HATE MYSELF and I HATE MYSELF over and over again.The more I analyze it the worse it gets. I took a half lorazepame. I have just found another perspective in which the incident is even way worse. FUCK ME. I am so glad that I gonna kill myself. And this shit will be over.
Like there are different terms how I can describe what happened after the incident. Maybe meltdown, Chernobyl or going mental would describe it accurately.
I have no problem to admit that I am not fully sane. LIke something in my brain is not wired correctly, something is wrong connected and I am pretty convinced about that. I think it is at least better to be self-aware about that fact instead of denialism. Sometimes it is difficult to hide that fact. That is pretty disappointing for me. When I was hypomanic I was so articulate (partly this is still true), had a lot of self-esteem and I think sometimes even charisma. Noone could have thought I was mentally ill. Quite the opposite. I always had a great mood, made people laugh with witty joke, was attractive and had a high performance. Some people admired my intelligence. (more or less)
This ain't me anyomore. Self-isolation and very high neuroticism have destroyed me. In the past it was even way worse than now. But this recent event was a relapse in old patterns of behavior. Something similar happened to me when I was 15. People laughed about me at that day and this traumatized me. (In general the bullying.) This is one reason why my brain developed like this. In this manic state noone laughed about me because with very fast thinking I outpaced everyone.) This very fast thinking is still a thing. But it can be pretty torturous. Especially after my psychosis this was an unbelievable experience 24/7 extreme racing thoughts of self-loathing, contempt of my own and shame about my actions.
Compared with what other people do during their mania/psychosis my behavior is absolutely nothing. There are people who masturbate in the streets or a woman walked nude through the airport during psychosis. (the video went viral in the whole world - I feel sorry for her). I can remember almost everything I did during this periods of acute illness and still feel ashamed. Though it is very very likely noone remembers anything
.
My brain does not understand that I am not the centre of the universe. I am just a random person for other people, people don't care for each other and as long as I don't smack other people in the face noone will remember me. I mean I also talked with my psychiatrist about some embarrassing behaviors I had. I think she has forgotten everything when we had our next meeting 4 weeks later. I mean she get paid a lot and forgets almost everything and even most parts about my suicidality.
I could not concentrate after this incident. I hope I will calm down soon. I ruminated a lot. This is extreme overthinking things. But talking about it helps. To write this down is kind of therapeutic. (As in general being in this "evil" suicide forum.) I can reflect about my thoughts, I recognize some of them are irrational and this gives a certain distance to my emotions.
Songs that resemble these feelings are Crawling or Heavy from Linkin Park.
I am still going nuts due to this incident. I interpret and analyze it over and over again. I just repeat I HATE MYELF,I HATE MYSELF and I HATE MYSELF over and over again.The more I analyze it the worse it gets. I took a half lorazepame. I have just found another perspective in which the incident is even way worse. FUCK ME. I am so glad that I gonna kill myself. And this shit will be over.
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