EatMushrooms
Bluelighter
So the nature of my personality is to conceal basically anything that is wrong with me. I've done it my whole life going all the way back to when I was just a child. Last year I developed a stomach hernia and didn't even mention it for 6 months because I don't even know why. I just live with the pain. And I've been living with some sort of mental illness for about 8 years now and haven't mentioned it to anybody, so this would be the first time.
It manifests in many different ways and at different times, with no pattern other than it gets worse when I get more stressed. It ranges anywhere from "mild disturbance" to "barely noticeable" to "unimaginable suicide thought inducing never ending waking nightmare". There's audits hallucinations. Sometimes it's unintelligible like a group of people talking in the distance. Sometimes it's just a woman screaming over and over and over again. Other times it's just my own thoughts magnified out loud and repeating endlessly. I get stuck in what I describe as a thought loop almost once a day that I get stuck in for minutes or maybe a half hour at worst. It's awful, especially during class, it gets so hard to concentrate even when we are studying something I love dearly.
I guess some background is in order. I'm 27 now, about to finish school. Basically never had a real job, still depend on my parents who lovingly support everything I do even though I'm quite the fuckup. I always thought I was a little different. I was doing fine in college, 18, promising career as a freelance musician. Then this hit me like a ton of fucking bricks around age 19. I don't even remember exactly how it started. Just suddenly I started to get scared to go outside. Or to go to class. Meeting new people seemed terrifying and it made no sense because I was in a fraternity, heavily involved in many bands, and an avid party goer. I started to lose trust in everybody, and I was suspicious of people for no reason, but I couldn't help it.
I lived on a small campus, so I didn't have a car except for one my older brother (who also went to college with me) that he would let me drive occasionally. Walking home from places now became to scary to do. I was convinced that every car that went past was going to kill me. Like, somebody pull a gun out the window and shoot me. I was certain everytime a car went by. That isn't so bad anymore, although social situations frighten me. I stopped going to classes that weren't my jazz band and failed everything else. Lost my scholarship, got this thing called academic forgiveness, got my shcholarship back, failed everything again and lost it again. Parents decided not to keep wasting money and got me to come live back at home.
So there I lived for about 4 years before moving out and getting back into school. Those 4 years were the worst. I started hearing a new voice. It was evil, that is the only way to describe it. It would suggest bad things for me to do. Scream them at me, laugh manically. It would taunt me for hours. Then it would go away and come back later to do the same. The things that have gone on inside my head are scary. To scary for me to probably ever say out loud. I'd be afraid they'd lock me away against my will. It made me want to kill myself. The people I love I didn't want to be near because I didn't want something telling me to hurt them or mistrust them. For awhile I didn't like being around anybody. I hid in my room away from the world, playing xbox all day to distract me from the voices and thought loops and paranoid feelings.
I never was worried that I might hurt somebody, just the constant screaming at me was very mentally draining. I know right from wrong, and I know that this is just something wrong with my brain and it isn't my fault. These things happen, people get sick. It's just so hard. It's been many years now of thinking about suicide on a daily basis, sometimes hourly. But other times I have intense high periods. I don't hear the voices or have the paranoia. I'm happy and upbeat and energetic and it can last for days or weeks or even months. Then for no reason I'll be sad again. All the happiness will be sucked out of the world. I don't enjoy the songs I love or the shows I like. I don't want to talk to people, even if they are friends and sitting right next to me. I hate feeling this way.
There's so much more but it's late and I have to be up early. I don't even know what I'm trying to ask here, I'm scared of what people might think. I don't know who to talk to about this. I don't have many friends as you could imagine how my social life may have taken a hit. My mother would probably worry herself into a heart attack, so I don't know how to mention it to my parents. I don't have any idea on how to find a doctor for this or even if my insurance will cover it. I feel like I'm rambling so I'll stop. Thank you for reading this far if you have, and again thank you for any words you may have for me.
It manifests in many different ways and at different times, with no pattern other than it gets worse when I get more stressed. It ranges anywhere from "mild disturbance" to "barely noticeable" to "unimaginable suicide thought inducing never ending waking nightmare". There's audits hallucinations. Sometimes it's unintelligible like a group of people talking in the distance. Sometimes it's just a woman screaming over and over and over again. Other times it's just my own thoughts magnified out loud and repeating endlessly. I get stuck in what I describe as a thought loop almost once a day that I get stuck in for minutes or maybe a half hour at worst. It's awful, especially during class, it gets so hard to concentrate even when we are studying something I love dearly.
I guess some background is in order. I'm 27 now, about to finish school. Basically never had a real job, still depend on my parents who lovingly support everything I do even though I'm quite the fuckup. I always thought I was a little different. I was doing fine in college, 18, promising career as a freelance musician. Then this hit me like a ton of fucking bricks around age 19. I don't even remember exactly how it started. Just suddenly I started to get scared to go outside. Or to go to class. Meeting new people seemed terrifying and it made no sense because I was in a fraternity, heavily involved in many bands, and an avid party goer. I started to lose trust in everybody, and I was suspicious of people for no reason, but I couldn't help it.
I lived on a small campus, so I didn't have a car except for one my older brother (who also went to college with me) that he would let me drive occasionally. Walking home from places now became to scary to do. I was convinced that every car that went past was going to kill me. Like, somebody pull a gun out the window and shoot me. I was certain everytime a car went by. That isn't so bad anymore, although social situations frighten me. I stopped going to classes that weren't my jazz band and failed everything else. Lost my scholarship, got this thing called academic forgiveness, got my shcholarship back, failed everything again and lost it again. Parents decided not to keep wasting money and got me to come live back at home.
So there I lived for about 4 years before moving out and getting back into school. Those 4 years were the worst. I started hearing a new voice. It was evil, that is the only way to describe it. It would suggest bad things for me to do. Scream them at me, laugh manically. It would taunt me for hours. Then it would go away and come back later to do the same. The things that have gone on inside my head are scary. To scary for me to probably ever say out loud. I'd be afraid they'd lock me away against my will. It made me want to kill myself. The people I love I didn't want to be near because I didn't want something telling me to hurt them or mistrust them. For awhile I didn't like being around anybody. I hid in my room away from the world, playing xbox all day to distract me from the voices and thought loops and paranoid feelings.
I never was worried that I might hurt somebody, just the constant screaming at me was very mentally draining. I know right from wrong, and I know that this is just something wrong with my brain and it isn't my fault. These things happen, people get sick. It's just so hard. It's been many years now of thinking about suicide on a daily basis, sometimes hourly. But other times I have intense high periods. I don't hear the voices or have the paranoia. I'm happy and upbeat and energetic and it can last for days or weeks or even months. Then for no reason I'll be sad again. All the happiness will be sucked out of the world. I don't enjoy the songs I love or the shows I like. I don't want to talk to people, even if they are friends and sitting right next to me. I hate feeling this way.
There's so much more but it's late and I have to be up early. I don't even know what I'm trying to ask here, I'm scared of what people might think. I don't know who to talk to about this. I don't have many friends as you could imagine how my social life may have taken a hit. My mother would probably worry herself into a heart attack, so I don't know how to mention it to my parents. I don't have any idea on how to find a doctor for this or even if my insurance will cover it. I feel like I'm rambling so I'll stop. Thank you for reading this far if you have, and again thank you for any words you may have for me.