I'm a miserable person.
When I'm happy,I'm ignorant,egocentric,selfish,uninterested in the consequences of my immoral actions and their psychical and emotional impact on others.
When I'm sad,I cut and burn myself,I feel like the worst person in this world,all I want to do is to suffer while making others smile.
I really want to change,but,whenever I want to do good things,I feel sad and joyful in the same time and I start crying.
The problem is that whenever I cry,my brain resets itself and I become once again,emotionless,not interested in showing or receiving any form of empathy.
And this process repeats like an infinite loop.
The following story is the beginning or better said,the cause of my second unfortunate psychotic breakdown:
1 week ago,I carried an old man to the hospital,he was having a seizure on the side of the road and people were passing him like nothing happened,I couldn't believe how much ignorance I was seeing in front of my eyes.
1 day later I went to the hospital to check if he is alright.
In the moment I've entered the hospital room,I was greeted with a wide smile and a blissful feeling of gratitude from a person which I helped.
This was enough to make me cry and hug him with all of my love that I've never thought I have and will always have for any other person.
This sounds like a story with a happy end,but,as my brain reseted itself after I cried,all of my love and empathy were erased,leaving myself emotionless once again.
In order to negate and stop thinking about the event,the first thing that I've done when I've arrived home was to start drinking.
And this is what I did for 6 days,sleeping 12 hours,drinking every hour for 12 hours and so on.
Until,in the last 2 days,my alcohol reserve was running low and I had to drink smaller and smaller amounts to have enough for next week as well.
This is when I've started experiencing alcohol withdrawal.
As delirium tremens settled in,I had the idea of ingesting 5 A. muscaria shrooms,a great idea for having a psychotic breakdown as I had from datura abuse.
Long story short,I'm fine now,except,I'm extremely depressed and I can't stop contemplating suicide.
I'm considering killing myself and I'm dead serious about this.
Am I mentally ill?
Is there any hope left for me?
Thank you for reading my story,I felt the need to share my feelings along with the events that I've lived this week.
When I'm happy,I'm ignorant,egocentric,selfish,uninterested in the consequences of my immoral actions and their psychical and emotional impact on others.
When I'm sad,I cut and burn myself,I feel like the worst person in this world,all I want to do is to suffer while making others smile.
I really want to change,but,whenever I want to do good things,I feel sad and joyful in the same time and I start crying.
The problem is that whenever I cry,my brain resets itself and I become once again,emotionless,not interested in showing or receiving any form of empathy.
And this process repeats like an infinite loop.
The following story is the beginning or better said,the cause of my second unfortunate psychotic breakdown:
1 week ago,I carried an old man to the hospital,he was having a seizure on the side of the road and people were passing him like nothing happened,I couldn't believe how much ignorance I was seeing in front of my eyes.
1 day later I went to the hospital to check if he is alright.
In the moment I've entered the hospital room,I was greeted with a wide smile and a blissful feeling of gratitude from a person which I helped.
This was enough to make me cry and hug him with all of my love that I've never thought I have and will always have for any other person.
This sounds like a story with a happy end,but,as my brain reseted itself after I cried,all of my love and empathy were erased,leaving myself emotionless once again.
In order to negate and stop thinking about the event,the first thing that I've done when I've arrived home was to start drinking.
And this is what I did for 6 days,sleeping 12 hours,drinking every hour for 12 hours and so on.
Until,in the last 2 days,my alcohol reserve was running low and I had to drink smaller and smaller amounts to have enough for next week as well.
This is when I've started experiencing alcohol withdrawal.
As delirium tremens settled in,I had the idea of ingesting 5 A. muscaria shrooms,a great idea for having a psychotic breakdown as I had from datura abuse.
Long story short,I'm fine now,except,I'm extremely depressed and I can't stop contemplating suicide.
I'm considering killing myself and I'm dead serious about this.
Am I mentally ill?
Is there any hope left for me?
Thank you for reading my story,I felt the need to share my feelings along with the events that I've lived this week.

