serah
Student
- May 6, 2020
- 177
I've been taking antidepressants for a couple of months now. Been going to therapy occasionally. I tried for a while to do things "right". To try my best to get better, but it's so fucking hard to talk about my issues when the problem feels like its simply me. I hate the way my mind works. I'm overly sensitive, I get really stupid anger outbursts when someone does the tiniest thing to upset me. I can go from feeling perfecly fine to suddenly suicidal. My mind is convinced I'm the worst fucking person ever. I hate myself so much. I hate my mother. I hate my friends, but at the same time I go from hating them to being fine with them. Ultimately I'm the problem. Coping skills feel stupid, I can't fix my mind. The voice in my head that convinces me everyone I know will leave me for someone better, is so fucking loud. The idea of suicide is always on my mind, it feels like that's what all of this will end with. I have some goals and aspirations, but it feels like they'll only be accomplished if I was somebody else. They feel like goals for another "life". Someone with more motivation, and more desire to live. I don't really know who I am, I feel as though I only live through the lens of other people. I simply play a role. I tell myself if only I was thinner or if I only I didn't have social anxiety, perhaps my mind wouldn't have as many ways to convince me of my inferiority. I still think ultimately I was cursed to live this way. I don't know why I am the way that I am, and I've been telling my therapist everythings been fine and the meds have been working because it feels so stupid to even try to explain any of it. Why do I hate myself? Why do I feel like my friends are going to leave me? Why do I feel as though all of my interests are just to "mold" the version of myself others want me to be. I don't have actual answers for any of it, my mind has just convinced me of all fo it. They're my own thoughts I'm unable to control. I'm so fucking sick of all of this.