moodygrl
Member
- Apr 25, 2020
- 68
Like sbd already said I just dont want to do anything. Seriously in the aphaty zone. No short term or long term wishes for anything at all. Nobody and nothing can make me happy and I do have people around me who try to help.
Im a failure, I graduated academy of fine arts and hate drawing and painting - instead of learning the skills In the studio I had problems with anxiety, but still somehow finnished, not to forget its completely useles. For years i was involved in projects doing workshops for children and had the idea to do art therapy course later. But that was an illusion.
3 years ago my mental health deteriorated. That was before my diagnosis. That time I quit my job which was in retail and on black market . I had not long ago had a fight at the art workshops I was doing over unfair circumstances. I applied to employement centre and got wellfare and moved in with my parents. With much time on my hands I decided to help an artist - farmer on his hemp farm. Was cool for a while, we also had others come over and smoke some weed, drank some beer and wine. I started becoming different, very happy, full of energy to work and to laugh, waking up really early and feeling unstoppale(warning sign).
Then a proffesor of mine appeared one evening and brought drinks and food and started to tell me slowly how hes a mason (its true, as he showed me some documents). He also predicted my future to be very bright and succesul. I was intrigued by his stories of the world beyond. He just appeared in the right time as I was needing to make a new sense for my life. With the time I started meeting with him for excursions to lecture me on occult and with my energy so high I managerd doing a couple od of workshops for unemployed people at the same time. All this to be running away as much as possible from my parents, who were concerned for my future.(they never knew about the thing with the prof wich became an affair)
I was becoming slowly more and more time involved with him over the phone and irl and he was pumping up my ego and telling me everybody else were losers. All that combined with my hypomamia, weed and alcohol made me behave in a mamner that was burning bridges with other people. And at some point I became depresseed and suicidal.
I attempted suicide at my parents house which then started the cycle of therapy.
I never told them the truth in therapy as I didnt want anymody to be blamed. They tested me and told me Im schizoid. When in therapy I was not being my normal self but severely numb and unrespomssive, always waiting for peoples time to run out so I can hide. And this is what Im doing now after thee years, after a full blown mania I went through last year.
whoah that really lied on my chest. Never told a soul about the beginning of my bipolar story.
Anyways, looking back on my naive and stupid self makes me sick and cringe. Theres a lot more of shit Ive done but I
dont want to be too long.
Im a failure, I graduated academy of fine arts and hate drawing and painting - instead of learning the skills In the studio I had problems with anxiety, but still somehow finnished, not to forget its completely useles. For years i was involved in projects doing workshops for children and had the idea to do art therapy course later. But that was an illusion.
3 years ago my mental health deteriorated. That was before my diagnosis. That time I quit my job which was in retail and on black market . I had not long ago had a fight at the art workshops I was doing over unfair circumstances. I applied to employement centre and got wellfare and moved in with my parents. With much time on my hands I decided to help an artist - farmer on his hemp farm. Was cool for a while, we also had others come over and smoke some weed, drank some beer and wine. I started becoming different, very happy, full of energy to work and to laugh, waking up really early and feeling unstoppale(warning sign).
Then a proffesor of mine appeared one evening and brought drinks and food and started to tell me slowly how hes a mason (its true, as he showed me some documents). He also predicted my future to be very bright and succesul. I was intrigued by his stories of the world beyond. He just appeared in the right time as I was needing to make a new sense for my life. With the time I started meeting with him for excursions to lecture me on occult and with my energy so high I managerd doing a couple od of workshops for unemployed people at the same time. All this to be running away as much as possible from my parents, who were concerned for my future.(they never knew about the thing with the prof wich became an affair)
I was becoming slowly more and more time involved with him over the phone and irl and he was pumping up my ego and telling me everybody else were losers. All that combined with my hypomamia, weed and alcohol made me behave in a mamner that was burning bridges with other people. And at some point I became depresseed and suicidal.
I attempted suicide at my parents house which then started the cycle of therapy.
I never told them the truth in therapy as I didnt want anymody to be blamed. They tested me and told me Im schizoid. When in therapy I was not being my normal self but severely numb and unrespomssive, always waiting for peoples time to run out so I can hide. And this is what Im doing now after thee years, after a full blown mania I went through last year.
whoah that really lied on my chest. Never told a soul about the beginning of my bipolar story.
Anyways, looking back on my naive and stupid self makes me sick and cringe. Theres a lot more of shit Ive done but I
dont want to be too long.