Is There Help for Someone like Me?
Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 4:30 am
I just need someone to understand this because I don't. At all.
My name is not really Charlotte but I don't want people to know who I am. I'm currently in college. My whole life I have suffered from unexplained mood swings and very severe emotional breakdowns that can occur without warning and completely destroy my process of thinking.
Tonight I am supposed to be writing a simple, short story about my favorite place for my English class and instead I found myself becoming confused with the directions (the directions were 'write a short story about your favorite place') and after hours of crying hysterically and feeling like the worst human alive for not understanding the text, I am here now, seeking answers.
What is wrong with me. Seriously.
My mom was diagnosed with bipolar disorder when I was young. Is that what this is? But I feel like the things I become upset over don't matter. I think about the starving children and I feel so disgusting for crying over a assignment or something someone said or even over nothing at all. I feel like a waste of air and time. Why should people help me, why should I ask for help when I don't deserve it?
Sometimes I get so terrified over nothing. I sit in my dorm room in the middle of the night and I'm so scared. A couple weeks ago, I rubbed my eyes because I was crying and I saw a dark shadow. I thought it was God, angry with me for being so self-centered, and I screamed and begged for mercy. I'm not even religious.
Half the time I can't even describe what I'm thinking well enough to talk about it. My girlfriend feels bad because she says I don't talk to her. But what am I supposed to say? That sometimes I sob thinking about a writing assignment? That I feel like I can see bears and lions in shadows at night?
I feel so ridiculous. And I feel so hypocritical because I'm the kind of person that believes everyone should keep their problems to themselves.
I don't even deserve to be here.
My name is not really Charlotte but I don't want people to know who I am. I'm currently in college. My whole life I have suffered from unexplained mood swings and very severe emotional breakdowns that can occur without warning and completely destroy my process of thinking.
Tonight I am supposed to be writing a simple, short story about my favorite place for my English class and instead I found myself becoming confused with the directions (the directions were 'write a short story about your favorite place') and after hours of crying hysterically and feeling like the worst human alive for not understanding the text, I am here now, seeking answers.
What is wrong with me. Seriously.
My mom was diagnosed with bipolar disorder when I was young. Is that what this is? But I feel like the things I become upset over don't matter. I think about the starving children and I feel so disgusting for crying over a assignment or something someone said or even over nothing at all. I feel like a waste of air and time. Why should people help me, why should I ask for help when I don't deserve it?
Sometimes I get so terrified over nothing. I sit in my dorm room in the middle of the night and I'm so scared. A couple weeks ago, I rubbed my eyes because I was crying and I saw a dark shadow. I thought it was God, angry with me for being so self-centered, and I screamed and begged for mercy. I'm not even religious.
Half the time I can't even describe what I'm thinking well enough to talk about it. My girlfriend feels bad because she says I don't talk to her. But what am I supposed to say? That sometimes I sob thinking about a writing assignment? That I feel like I can see bears and lions in shadows at night?
I feel so ridiculous. And I feel so hypocritical because I'm the kind of person that believes everyone should keep their problems to themselves.
I don't even deserve to be here.