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noname223
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- Aug 18, 2020
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I am really obsessed about what other people think of me. Sometimes it is way more important for me than my mental well-being. I try to keep my act together by any means. I just do it all for the surface. I would die 1000 deaths if I was overweight again. The bullying left big scars in my mind. Sometimes it comforts me that other people might think I was doing okay. Which is quite sick.
Sometimes I dislike this notion. Sometimes it hurts to act like everything was okay. But due to the fact that my surface is looking okay I am a little bit comforted. This is in fact sad and a little bit pathetic. I cannot exist without the acknowledgement of strangers. This is so deep rooted in my system it is almost impossible to stop it. It is unhealthy that my mood is dependent on the way I am perceived by others.
I have some ways how to ease the pain when I am obsessed by others. When someone laughed at me (for example when I was psyotic/delusional) I try to think of these people as scum. That people found the way how I acted during my psychosis funny hurt me extremely. It almost drove me to suicide after my second psychosis.
When I recognize someone thinks negatively about me I try to say to me that these people barely know me. That people don't think as much about me as my paranoid brain thinks. That I am not the center of the universe. That people who make fun of suicidal and mentally ill people are scum.
Though I am extremely obsessed by what other people think. It can be even uplifting to remind me of situations when I was perceived by other people as exceptional smart etc. This gives me self-esteem. The fact that I can uphold my facade gives me my last remaining self-esteem.
This obsession can make me either manic or depressive. It is quite sick but it is completely part of my personality. This is one reason why I am such a wreck.
Sometimes I dislike this notion. Sometimes it hurts to act like everything was okay. But due to the fact that my surface is looking okay I am a little bit comforted. This is in fact sad and a little bit pathetic. I cannot exist without the acknowledgement of strangers. This is so deep rooted in my system it is almost impossible to stop it. It is unhealthy that my mood is dependent on the way I am perceived by others.
I have some ways how to ease the pain when I am obsessed by others. When someone laughed at me (for example when I was psyotic/delusional) I try to think of these people as scum. That people found the way how I acted during my psychosis funny hurt me extremely. It almost drove me to suicide after my second psychosis.
When I recognize someone thinks negatively about me I try to say to me that these people barely know me. That people don't think as much about me as my paranoid brain thinks. That I am not the center of the universe. That people who make fun of suicidal and mentally ill people are scum.
Though I am extremely obsessed by what other people think. It can be even uplifting to remind me of situations when I was perceived by other people as exceptional smart etc. This gives me self-esteem. The fact that I can uphold my facade gives me my last remaining self-esteem.
This obsession can make me either manic or depressive. It is quite sick but it is completely part of my personality. This is one reason why I am such a wreck.
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