SH Fantasies
Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 2:30 am
Hello everybody. 17 male here.
As you can probably guess, I'm suffering from what I can only guess is a combination of depression and anxiety. I'll briefly explore why in the following few paragraphs, and then end with my predicament and reason for my SH fantasies.
To begin, I'll talk a bit about my parents. My father is significantly older than my mother (15 years, give or take) and has been married twice before. Both fell apart because the woman was crazy, and he says that this one is the worst of them all. My earliest memory is of my mom screaming at him over something minor. The way she talks and acts has undoubtedly caused my anxiety. My father, on the other hand, regularly tells me how horrible the world is. He tells me how unhappy he is with his wife, but he does nothing because, according to him, he's going to die soon and that he's glad for it. I took a class on CPR once, and he literally told me not to revive him if I ever found him having a heart attack or something.
Well that explains the first part. My anxiety makes me dread just about everything, from minor discomfort to full blown panic attacks (only happened once or twice) coupled with irritable bowel syndrome (all the time). As a result, looking ahead in life isn't the best thing I like to do. I'm getting pretty good grades at a prestigious academy. I'm good at physics, and enjoy writing fiction. Even so, I have no ambition or passion to pursue either. I just want death as soon as possible to avoid dealing with a world of suffering.
As a result of my dread of the real world, I have sought refuge in harming thoughts. I've always though about it for as long as I could remember, but only in the past few years has it become an obsession. I fantasize about it every night. When I take a walk at sunset, I imagine my own death, and it brings me peace. For now, I'm 'faking it', pretending to have ambitions and enjoy life just so nobody stops me.
Anyone have any advice or comments? One this is for sure, I will NOT go to my parents about this. After hearing their reactions to a former SH friend of mine, I can only imagine what their reaction will be to me. As for seeing a professional, I have no access to someone I trust until quite a bit down the road.
Thank you for reading my wall of text.
As you can probably guess, I'm suffering from what I can only guess is a combination of depression and anxiety. I'll briefly explore why in the following few paragraphs, and then end with my predicament and reason for my SH fantasies.
To begin, I'll talk a bit about my parents. My father is significantly older than my mother (15 years, give or take) and has been married twice before. Both fell apart because the woman was crazy, and he says that this one is the worst of them all. My earliest memory is of my mom screaming at him over something minor. The way she talks and acts has undoubtedly caused my anxiety. My father, on the other hand, regularly tells me how horrible the world is. He tells me how unhappy he is with his wife, but he does nothing because, according to him, he's going to die soon and that he's glad for it. I took a class on CPR once, and he literally told me not to revive him if I ever found him having a heart attack or something.
Well that explains the first part. My anxiety makes me dread just about everything, from minor discomfort to full blown panic attacks (only happened once or twice) coupled with irritable bowel syndrome (all the time). As a result, looking ahead in life isn't the best thing I like to do. I'm getting pretty good grades at a prestigious academy. I'm good at physics, and enjoy writing fiction. Even so, I have no ambition or passion to pursue either. I just want death as soon as possible to avoid dealing with a world of suffering.
As a result of my dread of the real world, I have sought refuge in harming thoughts. I've always though about it for as long as I could remember, but only in the past few years has it become an obsession. I fantasize about it every night. When I take a walk at sunset, I imagine my own death, and it brings me peace. For now, I'm 'faking it', pretending to have ambitions and enjoy life just so nobody stops me.
Anyone have any advice or comments? One this is for sure, I will NOT go to my parents about this. After hearing their reactions to a former SH friend of mine, I can only imagine what their reaction will be to me. As for seeing a professional, I have no access to someone I trust until quite a bit down the road.
Thank you for reading my wall of text.