I've been having a lot of problems lately. I'm constantly on edge, constantly questioning my sanity and my life. I'm always questioning reality, questioning life itself and who I am and who I'm not. I feel like I'm constantly driving myself more and more insane, and I'm convinced I have mental problems, something has to be wrong with me!
I've always had a rough life. When I was 15, my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer, and she passed away a little over 12 months ago. I never had much sense of accomplishment in myself, I always found ways of feeling good either through making people smile, or by using drugs. I've never been happy with myself, who I am, or who I think I am. I think I'm self destructive in the sense that I keep using drugs because I can't deal with reality, and it's the only way I can feel good about life.
Lately I've been having a lot of fits of anxiety and restlessness. I've been becoming depressed out of nowhere, even crying for reasons I'm not even sure of. The slightest thing can set me off in either direction. A text from a a girl I had a crush on recently sent me into a fit of hysterical crying because the thought of her reminded me of how lonesome I am, and how I don't have someone I can love. In comparison, my father can tell me I'm wrong about something, and it'll send me flying off the handle with pure anger and the biggest urge to smash things. Sometimes I don't even have an excuse for becoming manically sad or angry. For example, just the other day I found myself pacing back and forth, restless and infuriated for no reason at all. It's affecting my daily life, affecting my ability to enjoy anything.
Things have lost their meaning to me. I can understand reasons for doing things, but despite that they lack any reason for me to do them. I can sit and play guitar, I can rationalize playing by saying I enjoy playing music, but then I just get lost in spiral thoughts of why bother. It's as though my head spirals downward into a loop of negativity. I hate myself because I'm depressed, and I'm depressed because I hate myself. It's a cycle for me. It's been affecting me so much that the past 2 weeks I've been having 34 hour days because I can't sleep, my mind is just racing with thoughts.
I want to see a doctor, I want to see a psychiatrist, but it's taking so long for my father to make an appointment for me. It's not like I can do it myself, my situation doesn't allow it because of my constant travels back and forth between states. I was put on SSRI's 3 years ago, and I used them for 2 years, but I stopped because I hated how they made me feel. I really want prescriptions for a low dose of Xanax when I have these fits, and a prescription for Ambien to help me sleep at night. I feel helpless though, nothing is getting done as far as seeing a doctor is concerned.
I wish I felt normal. I feel like something is wrong with me, at all times. I'm always focusing on the negatives. I just want to feel normal, but I have no fucking idea what normal is suppose to be. I don't even believe normal exists, it's just an abstract idea of ones surroundings. I guess what I really mean to say is, I want to live day by day without constant anxiety and pressure, constant confusion. In my mind, it's no wonder people kill themselves. Reality is relentless. It's a constant test of oneself, I hate it and want it to end already! It's too bad I'm too scared to take my own life. I just want this all to end already...